The Mercy of Gods (The Captive's War Book 1)
Anger is pain in a party mask.
James S. A. Corey • The Mercy of Gods (The Captive's War Book 1)
What you did with a tree branch, we did with you and countless others before you. Why me? is not something the universe ever answers.
James S. A. Corey • The Mercy of Gods (The Captive's War Book 1)
The slow, low pulse of being alive kept making its demands, no matter what. However bad it was, however mind-breaking and strange and painful, the mundane insisted on its cut.
James S. A. Corey • The Mercy of Gods (The Captive's War Book 1)
Anger is pain in a party mask.
James S. A. Corey • The Mercy of Gods (The Captive's War Book 1)
“If there isn’t a quieter way, we can always go loud,” Dafyd said. “But once we’ve gone loud, we can’t go quiet.”
James S. A. Corey • The Mercy of Gods (The Captive's War Book 1)
We did not see the adversary for what he was, and we brought him into our home.
James S. A. Corey • The Mercy of Gods (The Captive's War Book 1)
She found herself grinning. It was so rare to feel satisfied. It was so odd to know for certain that she’d done well.