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539 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 17, 2023
“The old tales take us to faraway times and places, but they’re also where we come from. They tell us how we got here.”
“The truth is, it’s easier to see the justice in people you deem to be like you, and far easier to find the wrong in those who differ.”
“Putting death in Edan’s hands was like closing one’s eyes in the darkness and pretending it was not there. Joruman was no such fool. He did not need religion as a false comfort to cloak the stark truth from him. The Kingdom of the Eternal was a childish fabrication, a ridiculous fantasy that weak-minded people told themselves they trusted in because they could not face the permanence of death. To be sure, the Way was a convenient means to control the populace. Those in power pandered to the delusion that after their corpses had rotted, the people’s miserable lives might continue if only they would believe hard enough in Edan. Armed with such faith, they would go to war and kill and die.”
“‘My power shall be reborn in the one who awakeneth and beholdeth the world anew. It is this one who shall save Eormenlond from destruction, and such will be the true Prophet of Edan.’”
“Dayraven looked over the heads of the soldiers in front of him at a knoll rising above the plain. Atop the knoll, like a god surveying his creation, a figure rode a magnificent white steed. And though the distance was not small, Dayraven knew the figure was King Earconwald. Now he understood whose will the drumbeats called them to obey. With this realization, he perceived the great pride illuminating the determined faces around him. In the eyes of his fellow soldiers glowed a strange joy. They were ready to kill and die, to leap into an abyss to get at the foe. They were waiting for the man on the horse to tell them to do it.”
“His father’s words about the dread before combat came to him. Every man feels it. Do not seek to crush it, but let it flow out and fuel you. Keep control of your mind, but let the fear loose at the same time.”
“Expect cheating in battle… Men hacking at each other and screaming and dying. It’s no tale of valor and prowess for children. Blood and guts and shit. No rules, and few die with glory.”
“The words were seared into his heart, and he could have recited them without the book, but he stroked the letters with his fingertips on the page and smiled at them, at the beauty of their expression and their truth. Ink on vellum. The bark of hawthorn branches processed with wine and iron salts to make the ink. The flesh of a calf, cleaned and bleached and stretched and scraped, to make the vellum. All to form words, which were nothing more than metaphors agreed upon to contain and convey truth. Such were the elements, mundane and intellectual, of the volume before him. Yet, brought together in this particular form to convey these particular truths, they became something far greater. They became sacred. Imbued with Edan’s truth. Nothing was as familiar and dear to him as the book he now read from. In fact, Bledla had bound his soul to the words of the tome, words so established in his mind that he might have written them himself.”
“Courage is when you fear shame more than death.”