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356 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 4, 2021
"It's like comparing granite to clay. The clay may take shape more easily, but the granite, once you've chiseled it into place, is so much stronger. For some people, motherhood comes more easily. For others, it takes a hammer and chisel. No one is made for motherhood. Motherhood is made for you. Some of us aren't so lucky."
“From his earliest memories, Chrys thought he knew how much his mother loved him. She’d provided for him, mentored him, supported him. But it wasn’t until his own son was born that he’d realized the true power of paternal love. Chrys had given up everything to protect Aydin. He would do it all again. And now, standing in front of him with ratty hair and clothes painted with dirt, Willow Valerian had done the same.”
“Once again, Alverax found himself in shackles; it was what the son of a thief deserved. He sat on cold stone with his eyes covered, thinking about his journey. Life had taught him brutal lessons, but one lesson most of all. Hope is a sham. A trick of the mind. Hope is opening your eyes at dusk and believing it is dawn. His life—he'd decided—was a setting sun.”
“I don’t know what you’ve done in the past, but I do know this. The choices we make when no one is watching bear more weight than the choices that are forced upon us.”
“We all make mistakes. Your past only defines a single trodden path, but who you are here, and now, in this very moment, is another path filled with infinite possibility.”
“I am He-who-does-not-cower. If all the enemies in the world—be they wastelander or ataçan or worse—came to claim him, he would stand and fight. He would resist with every last breath within him, and, when he was at the edge of death, he would spit fire with his final breath. If they wanted a fight, he would make them pay.”
“The only difference between the living and the dead is that the dead are done changing. The moment you die, your life and your legacy are fixed in stone. He told me that the best way to grieve the dead is by using the gift of life to make yourself a better man.”
“Accept it or not,” the old man replied. “Truth is not dependent on your acceptance of it.”
“Chrys was a husband, a father, a threadweaver, a warrior, but in each of these things he had fallen short.”
“Mocking others’ appearance is the lowest form of humor. If a man is cruel, speak of his cruelty. If a man is vain, speak of his vanity. Physicality plays no part in the morality of men.”