Extraits

“I’d tell you not to do anything stupid,” Sammerin said, “but that would be useless and outdated advice.”

“Thank you, Sammerin. I, too, treasure our friendship.”

I heard her smile in her voice. “I like to live an exciting life, Max. This is part of my charm.” “When all this is over, maybe we’ll take up hiking. Something scenic with a low mortality rate.”

{What a perfect shape,} it murmured, {for a lost soul.}

“Is love frightening?” Reshaye whispered. I wasn’t sure why I answered. “Yes. It’s terrifying.” “It is a painful thing. To be seen. To be given something to mourn. To be reminded of what has already been lost.”

The battle began in fire, and ended in ashes.

“I am not calm, Aefe.” He stepped closer, eyes burning, jaw tight. “I am on fire.”

At least the first time I sold my soul to the Orders, I was too young and stupid to know that I was just driving a dagger into my own gut. This time, I felt every inch of the blade.

“No war can be fought with clean hands,” he said. “Not even the ones waged for the right reasons. Not even the ones you win.”

It began with a whisper and it will end with a scream. What comes between is a dance of fate’s tangled threads.

"You look very silly". I could hear the smile in Tisaanah's voice.

"This ?" I shrugged my shoulders, making the blanket that was wound up to my ears bounce. "This is practical."

"You look like...a sleeping worm."

"A sleeping worm ?"

"The kind that makes silk. When they, you know..." She flailed her arms around herself, and I turned to stare flatly back at her.

"Was that intended to represent... a cocoon ?"

"A cocoon. Exactly."

"Ascended above, what a poet you are."