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185 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 1, 2020
“The river of Time flows in but one direction, and does not turn back.”

“He could hear Hadrian’s voice in his mind, There stand we all, little brother. Crispin smiled. He had always been the lesser devil. Always in Hadrian’s shadow, or his father’s. It had taken years, decades, to realize that it was this that had made him angry as a boy. This that had made him… whatever he’d been.”
“I always felt like he was better than me… Our tutors liked him better. He learned faster, fought better, spoke better than I ever did. And he was older, so I was certain he was going to inherit the place.”
“And they should be stopped… It isn’t the stopping them I object to. It isn’t even the fighting. It is the attitude towards the fighting. There is a difference. If you answer violence with violence, you will inherit violence without end. Whoever slays the killer quickly discovers that killers are avenged sevenfold.”
“Cultures are always built on the bones of the cultures that come before.”
“You know, I always wanted to be like him. When I was a boy. He was always better than me. A better student, a better fighter, a better everything. He could be an ass… But I loved him—love him, I suppose. I don’t think he’s dead. But it did always seem like I was in his shadow, you know?”
“I do,” Laurent said, “but shadows shrink in time.”