“Of one kind, and yet of another, wings and wind bear him forth. From chains comes his second birth and never shall he stand for them. Child of the Daystar, he will speak the language and be the speaker of… — 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
