Waybound (Cradle Book 12)

He was instructed to look for a concept that defined him, even in his childhood. So tell me, Mercy, how do people see you?”

That was what the Dreadgods were made of. At their fundamental level, they were made to devour the world. Negotiating with them was like bargaining with a wildfire. Or a virus. A virus that could turn into a mountain-sized monster.

place. He could feel why. This was a creature of pure rage and pain. It hated everything, and wanted to destroy anything it could reach. Itself, perhaps, most of all.

Yerin chose. She decided who needed to die and made it a reality. This wasn’t revenge. It was an execution. In a world that still seemed frozen, Yerin pulled her sword back almost casually. An image in the sky mimicked her movements. Not a sword. A vast, black scythe. “Die,” Yerin ordered. She brought her sword down in a simple overhand chop. And a

“Ozmanthus advised the young Void Sage to consider how others saw him. To use their perception of him as a looking-glass to glimpse how he was reflected in reality.

and its eight clones shone blue-and-gold as they spread out behind him. Three black shells circled around him, a vast white halo covered his head, and a cloak of liquid blood spilled from his shoulders.

Maybe too formidable. Though he hadn’t told his mother everything he’d installed, she could potentially take over most civilized lands using only her drudge.

Upon seeing the manifestation of his own spirit, Ziel’s heart broke. This was the man he’d been. Dross made

She’d just been standing quiet and still. A specialty of trees.