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550 pages, Hardcover
First published June 22, 2021
“The hardest truth is the realisation that sometimes there is nothing you can do,”
“It isn’t where someone comes from, lad. It is what they do that judges their worth.”
“The moment we no longer seek new knowledge, we stop living and contributing to our communities,”
Age was an enemy no one could defeat with cunning strategy, clever tactics, or sharp sword. It cut through armour, flesh, bone and blood without pause or care.
Kyron looked down at the intricate carving, not understanding. A state of being he was used to.
“I will be stabbing a tree in a minute,” he said.
“Me too, sir,” the soldier said.
“Get your own tree,” Bordan said, his smile growing wider. “Plenty to choose from.”
Bordan chose each word with more care than he sharpened his sword. A cut here would not be healed with a simple bandage, but could put him in a grave of his own, next to the messenger, no doubt.
Even as the sun rose above the trees, turning morning’s gemstone dew into a thin grey mist which drifted to the canopy above, the sense of despondency settled anew into his heart. The aroma of loss overpowered the smoke from the fires and the scent of porridge charring in the pots. He drew it down with every breath, feeling it sweep through his limbs on each pulse of his heavy heart, draining the energy from his legs, and every step became a struggle against lethargy.
One spark is it all it will take for them to burn us down.”
“Let us hope for rain then,” Bordan said.
“Always,”
"Control the army and you can impose your will on a country on Empire."
"Will you two stop joking and fencing with each other? Can't you see I am having a last minute panic about his whole idea," Bordan said, flicking the reins in irritation. "Last thoughts are to be expected, General," Godewyn said. "A least that is what I say to nervous grooms and worried brides on their day of joining."
"I will be stabbing a tree in a minute," he said. "Me too, sir," the soldier said. "Get your own tree," Bordan said, his smile growing wider. "Plenty to choose from."
"We're bringing peace and civilisation," he answered, though vision of death and smoking pyres clouded his mind. "Civilisation just means a way of living," she replied, her knife moving smoothly along the wood," and we have that. One of our own, not yours. And how do you bring peace? At the tip of a sword or javelin."