N R Bibby
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When the Crows fly
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“You are my King, my brother, from now till the end of my days and past all that, till the stars return to dust and we are little more than whispers on the lips of Gods.”
― When the Crows fly
― When the Crows fly
“How can you ask the realm to give more?” Kit’s soured voice spoke.
“Honour,” Janoth said with a clipped fury.
“Honour,” Kit’s laugh was full of pain. “Do you not remember honour as clearly as I do my friend?” He turned to face the window. “Why don’t you out onto the Killing fields. Stand amongst the thousand dead souls and ask them if honour matters.”
― When the Crows fly
“Honour,” Janoth said with a clipped fury.
“Honour,” Kit’s laugh was full of pain. “Do you not remember honour as clearly as I do my friend?” He turned to face the window. “Why don’t you out onto the Killing fields. Stand amongst the thousand dead souls and ask them if honour matters.”
― When the Crows fly
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