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376 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 25, 2022
“No matter how hard a man may try, he never truly understands hurt beyond what he has experienced himself.”
“A friend once told me that people are like trees. The way I see it, it doesn’t matter how many broken branches you have, or how many leaves you’ve lost. If a tree is standing, it’s no less whole than the trees beside it. “I watched my friends die because I wasn’t enough to save them, and I can still feel the pain where those branches split. But new branches grow where old ones break. No matter what it might feel like right now, how dark or empty you feel, it gets better.”

“Being the hero is never easy. But we don’t have to do it alone. All of us here, we’re in this together. Life or death. I don’t know about you, but no matter the outcome, there’s no one I’d rather try with.”
“The point, Alverax, is that some burdens are handed to us, but others we pick up for ourselves. Our job is not to wallow in the gravity of it, nor to simply push forward and accept it. Our job is to ask ourselves which burdens are worth the weight and which are not. My boy, don’t wait until you’re falling over to lighten your load. This grudge you have for what your father did, you have to set it down.”
Of course not—most people we forgive are undeserving—but the only person a grudge hurts is the one who carries it. If you want to live a life hunched over in pain, go ahead. But if you want to stand as tall as the world deserves to see you stand, then you need to shed your burden.”

“No matter what he may claim, a man’s heart never truly grows accustomed to loss. He may believe it has, but it’s not the loss that has grown dull. It is the depth of his love, driven by fear, which has grown shallow.”
“But sometimes life does not give the most to the deserving. Sometimes, life takes, and it takes until the once-filled well runs dry. Sometimes, it is cruelest to the kindest and coldest to those already bitten by the frost. It is brutal, callous, and most of all, unfair. And so, it becomes the work of men to bring balance. To fill the empty wells. To warm the shivering shoulders. To sacrifice for the greater good.”
“Do not doubt the path, his voice bellowed in Alverax’s mind. No matter how dark the way may seem, there is always light beyond the bend, if you will take the steps to find it.”
“Take people away from magic, and the power is lost. Take magic away from people, and their power remains. The world will move on.”
“That’s not how it works. People are like…trees.”
“Trees?” Chrys repeated.
“Yeah,” Laurel said thoughtfully. She turned her gaze toward the far wall, as if she were seeing another place in the distance. “You don’t fix a tree. You can take care of it, sure, but it’s the tree that has to heal itself.”
“If the options are death to all mankind or death to threadlight, I think we would go with the latter.”