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384 pages, Paperback
First published August 1, 2013
“The thing about the old is that we never change so much as the young. We slip in degrees, adding rings like trees--a new wrinkle here, a shade less color there, but the young transform like caterpillars into butterflies. They become whole new people as if overnight.”
“Once an idea is learned, once it settles in, it becomes comfortable and hard to discard, like an old hat. And trust me, I have many old hats. Some I haven't worn in years, but I still keep them. Emotion gets in the way of practicality. By virtue of time spent, even ideas become old friends, and if you can't bear to lose an old hat that you never wear, imagine how much harder it is to abandon ideas you grew up with. The longer the relationship, the harder it is.”
“He’s like the pup of a renowned hunting dog who’s been beaten badly by every master he’s had. He’s a gem worthy of a little work, but he’ll test you—he’ll test you a lot. Royce doesn’t make friends easily and he doesn’t make it easy to be his friend. Don’t get angry. That’s what he’s looking for. That’s what he expects. He’ll try to drive you away, but you’ll fool him. Listen to him. Trust him. That’s what he won’t expect. It won’t be easy. You’ll have to be very patient. But if you are, you’ll make a friend for life—the kind that will walk unarmed into the jaws of a dragon if you asked him to.”

“Just as learning certain truths robs us of innocence, taking lives robs a man of his soul. Each killing steals a bit of humanity until a murderer is nothing more than an animal. A hunger replaces the spirit. A want for what was lost, but as with innocence, the soul can never be replaced. Joy, love, and peace flee such a vessel and in their stead blooms a desire for blood and death.”
“I feel very strongly that everyone should have an education. Ignorance is the bane of the world. Knowledge brings understanding, and if men understand the difference between right and wrong, they will, of course, do what is right.”
“There’s always hope… We’ve planted the seeds. All we can do now is wait and see what grows.”


"I already know. I don't need an ignorant peasant boy to confirm my education. I also don't need your filthy presence at my table. Take your stolen pie and your Pickle and eat outside where you belong. You miserable-"
All Hadrian saw was Pickle's pie slam into Angdon's face. The plate fell away, taking the lower crust with it. The rest hung on the boy's cheeks for a second. The incident would have been hilarious if the pie hadn't been piping hot. Angdon screamed, clawing the pie from his face.
Across from Angdon, Pickle's face was also red. He was up on his feet, his hand clenched into fists, and Hadrian wondered if the boy was about to leap the table after the wailing baron's son.
“Hadrian had left home to see the world and make a name for himself. He set out to be a hero, to right wrongs, save maidens, slay dragons. Instead he became a butcher, a killer.”
“He‘s like a pup of a renowned hunting dog who’s been beaten badly by every master he‘s had. He’s a gem worthy of a little work, but he‘ll test you - he’ll test you a lot. Royce doesn’t make friends easily and he doesn’t make it easy to be his friend. Don’t get angry. That’s what he’s looking for. That’s what he expects. He’ll try to drive you away, but you’ll fool him. Listen to him. Trust him. That’s what he won’t expect. It won’t be easy. You’ll have to be very patient. But if you are, you’ll make a friend for life – the kind that will walk unarmed into the jaws of a dragon if you asked him to.”
“You realize I'm just taking you to die?”
“I hope to disappoint you.”
“You won't.”

“Excuse me. My name is Hadrian Blackwater.”
“Congratulations.”
“Um... what's yours?”
“Leave me alone.”
“I believe there's a human inside that cloak, Hadrian. You just have to find a way to break through to it.”
“While she called all of them ladies, Rose knew the only real lady in Medford House was Gwen DeLancy.”

It’s the classic story of a husband whose wife falls for another man—a more dashing and charming gent. It sounds tragic, but this tale is a bit different because the love affair is between a real woman and a fictional man. My wife—let’s call her Robin (because that’s her name)—has developed an infatuation for Hadrian Blackwater. I’m not sure how I feel about enabling my wife’s relationship with another man, but at least I know this guy is trustworthy![]()
Why did we leave Calis? Why did you give me a northern name? And most importantly, Why does it mean so much to you for us to go to this mythical place called Medford? Stubbornly her mother had refused to answer, except to say that God had told her to go. When Gwen asked which god, her mother had replied, “The one who walks as a man.”
“You have any friends?”
“One.”
“Arcadius?”
“No.”
“Where is this friend?”
“No idea.”
“When was the last time you saw him?”
“When he framed me for murder and sent me to prison.”
“I don’t think you understand the meaning of the word friend.”
“And I think you live in a fairy-tale world where words have consistent meanings…”
"Old lunatic was right...We did make a good team."
"We've planted the seeds. All we can do now is wait and see what grows."
"You were right about the swords," Royce said. "You really do need three."
"You sound drunk."
"I feel drunk - and I hate being drunk. Nothing works the way it's supposed to. And it makes me act stupid....like you."
"You're aware I'm in the process of trying to save your life, right?"
"What part of stupid don't you understand?"




“There’s always hope… We’ve planted the seeds. All we can do now is wait and see what grows.”
“Each killing steals a bit of humanity until a murderer is nothing more than an animal. A hunger replaces the spirit. A want for what was lost, but as with innocence, the soul can never be replaced."