“Rincer Gravin, a burly former bandit with a heavy beard and three fingers missing from his left hand, dropped” — Bryce O'Connor Copy Share Image
“By the Sun’s grace, I grow. By the Moon’s, I sleep. It is in their light that the world is, and it… — Bryce O'Connor Prayer Copy Share Image
“to be human, that’s fine,” Raz retorted, sticking his forked tongue out. “I could smell you from across the camp, Ivas. Humans… — Bryce O'Connor Copy Share Image
“Raz i’Syul,” she explained. “The Grandmother said in the old desert tongue it means ‘Child of the Sun.’ It’s what a lot… — Bryce O'Connor Children Copy Share Image
“Of blood will be born the next of score-and-four, yet twice will be the cost. The only of his kind, he will… — Bryce O'Connor Copy Share Image
“Of one kind, and yet of another, wings and wind bear him forth. From chains comes his second birth and never shall… — Bryce O'Connor Birth Copy Share Image
“Even in death, some souls leave an intangible mark on the world. It is impossible not to feel them there, feel their… — Bryce O'Connor Death Copy Share Image
