“to be human, that’s fine,” Raz retorted, sticking his forked tongue out. “I could smell you from across the camp, Ivas. Humans reek—or wait, that might just be you.” — 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 of people… — 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 he stand… — Bryce O'Connor 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 fall for… — Bryce O'Connor 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 reek—or wait,… — Bryce O'Connor 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 presence just… — Bryce O'Connor Copy Share Image
“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 is by… — Bryce O'Connor Copy Share Image
