“He’s tired of watching his friends die,” Cross said quietly. “We’re all tired of watching friends die. It doesn’t make him special.” “Well,” Cristena said, “it doesn’t make it easy, either.” — Steven Montano Copy Share Image
“He prays with them, only it isn’t prayer, not truly, for there are no gods there, no deities except for the soot angels, twisted… — Steven Montano Copy Share Image
“The sound of a feeding was impossible to ignore. Cross heard the smack of teeth, and sucking sounds so loud he swore they came… — Steven Montano Copy Share Image
“He’s tired of watching his friends die,” Cross said quietly. “We’re all tired of watching friends die. It doesn’t make him special.” “Well,” Cristena… — Steven Montano Copy Share Image
“When you hold hands with the dead, eventually they pull you into the grave. ” — Steven Montano Copy Share Image
“seen that boundary before, when he’d passed through the breath of worlds and entered the realm of the Woman in the Ice. The memory… — Steven Montano Copy Share Image
“The dead have the easy road: they know the way, because that decision has already been made for them. Only the living are lost.” — Steven Montano Copy Share Image
“Blood-colored clouds stained the eerie crystal sky. The Darkhawk sailed low over a landscape covered with dead forests, dry plains, empty riverbeds and long-abandoned… — Steven Montano Copy Share Image
“He stands alone in a wasteland of black sand, a realm of charcoal graveyards. The black mountain stands in the distance, impossibly tall, a… — Steven Montano Copy Share Image
“She shrugged. “Saving lives doesn’t mean much to me,” she said. “You have to protect what’s yours. That’s all that matters.” — Steven Montano Copy Share Image
