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375 pages, Hardcover
First published March 24, 2026




The Academy’s official motto was, πίστη πάνω από τη συνείδηση, ‘Creed Above Conscience.’ Unofficially it was ‘Leave the bodies’.
‘Where the Kindly Ones punish the gods, we punish those who are mortal. We survive because the powerful fear us. And they fear us because this,’– she gestured at the walls, at the Academy all around them– ‘this is how we are made.’
Age took the beauty that I never recognised when it was mine. It dressed me in this tapestry of scars, and for each one of them sewn silver through my skin a dozen others lie too deep to see. Age stole my grace and left me stumbling on towards a final sunset. It exchanged a confidence born of ignorance, for a fear born of knowing that I don’t know. And yet… and yet… it has gifted me a measure of peace I never thought to own. A breath of calm after a storm none of us expected to end. The fires of my rage are old coals now. Quiet, and banked against the coming of night. I am older than anyone ever imagined I might become.
‘Strength, children, is often misunderstood because it is found in so many kinds. Every strong thing, if you turn it this way and that, will look like weakness from the right angle.
‘All you ever see is a part of someone’s life, even when we live in each other’s pockets like we do here.’
’Common sense said to get a spear and finish her off… but a man’s pride can always lead him into foolishness, even if you’re telling him that’s exactly what’s happening. Pride’s a strange thing. Long ago an alchemist had shown Rue that there are several parts to a lungful of air. One the alchemist had named oxygen– the invisible but vital stuff that fires the blood and gives flames the strength to burn. Too little of it and you die, but too much and you also die. Pride was like that too.’
’Money is older than our civilization and as old as any of those that have passed. Money is the salve that keeps the vengeance on which we trade from consuming the world. Some sins can be paid for only with blood; but naked murder, absent compounding crimes of hospitality, oath, or kin, is, according to the ancient lore something that may be atoned for by the paying of a wergild–the blood-gold that may comfort and sustain the victim’s family.’
“To be wholly without fear was to lack imagination, and imagination– though a two-edged sword– was important for survival.”














