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856 pages, Hardcover
First published February 16, 2023
“Such profound consequences from the smallest actions. As if each was a raindrop falling on a lake, a tiny impact spreading ripples outwards, becoming vast.”
“The things we value make us weak, he thought. Or they can make us unstoppable.”
“Heroes were simple. They didn’t trouble themselves with consequences. Those who fell by the wayside in their service were left unmourned, at least in the stories. But the stories never told of the quiet times. When the heroes laid down their heads at night and the memories crept in. The lonely meal by the campfire, recalling the smiling eyes of those now dead. The cost in death and grief, one piled upon the other until it was too much to bear, and the only escape was the sanctuary of purpose. They never spoke of what happened when that purpose was fulfilled, and there was nothing to protect them anymore.”
‘It’s the journey that makes a hero, Grub. Not the destination. And you and I, we’ve a long way to go yet.’ He smiled gently at his companion. ‘But we’ll travel together. And when they tell our stories, they won’t be able to speak of one without the other.’
“Life was too precarious to hold grudges against the ones you loved. You never knew when they’d be gone.”
‘Right now, all the people want is a leader, a warrior: the hero with the bright blade. Hope is simple, and they want hope. But afterwards, after we’ve won– they’ll want to know every piece of it. Then your tale will be told. Grub the Cunning. Grub the Strong. Grub the Brave. And it will be passed from one generation to the next, just like Orica’s song will.’
“The debased actions of a few powerful men didn’t represent an entire nation. Their philosophies, their art and learning, the civilisation they brought– you couldn’t throw out all those wonderful things just because a part of it was rotten.”
“History liked to put names to its heroes, but all great endeavours were the sum of many sacrifices, and most went unsung.”
If Ossians wouldn't be ruled like civilised subjects, they'd be chained and beaten like dogs.
So the terror began.
’Hmm. Nice safe boat trip back to the south, or perilous cross-country slog hauling a steadily decaying corpse?' He made an imaginary scales of his hands and weighed up the options. 'No contest, really.’
'I was hoping you'd say that.’
"Oooh, Grub done a stupid thing!' he told himself, as he ran for his life.