Extraits

Erran turned back to Davian. "You didn't turn up to our meeting."

Davian gestured back at the Tol. "Busy trying not to die. Sorry."

Erran sighed. "Still a little rude."

Isiliar arched an eyebrow in response. "I know how to be subtle." She was immediately met with a round of exaggerated coughs and amused grins (…).

"No matter what happens, we're going to need as many of us as possible to fix whatever's going on up north. So I'm glad you're here," said Davian.

"Even after we tried to use you as bait?" asked Erran cheerfully.

Davian stretched. "You failed pretty spectacularly, so no harm done."

A man who believes is the worst of enemies. A man who believes is more dangerous than anything. As our enemies get smarter and more insidious, so must we react harder and more swiftly.

"I have seen religions that sacrifice animals. Religions that sacrifice humans, children. I have seen the City of Portaeus, where they worship the No God, where only the worship of self is allowed." He leaned forward. "I have seen mankind making up stories to make themselves feel safe at night. Or for power. Or for glory. Or for respect. Or for control. But I have never known a god, Gassandrid. The wise among us understand that they are fantasies. That they do not exist except in our own minds."