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These introduction pages should not be this funny

But I’m learning to live with the anger, to keep it close without letting it eat me alive.

This isn’t over, but it is for me.

”Then it seems we’re both dispensable. We don’t matte anymore.”
I bark out a laugh. I’ve never mattered the way he still does.

Somehow he manages to make his simple gray clothing look like silk and fur and steel. He isn’t a king anymore, but no one seems to have told him.

I should be dead a thousand times over, executed a hundred different ways, each one more painful than the last.

Lets go home.

I don’t think he’s ever killed someone before.

I should be the one to do it. I should have the spine for that.
But I can’t bear it. I can’t bear the weight of killing him. Not Mavey.

”You don’t have any more use for me.” Rainwater drops down his face, tracing familiar paths. ”Be done with it.”

If it isn’t too late for me, it isn’t too late for you.

My reign begins in ashes.

“Will you enjoy watching me?”
“Part of me will.”
“And the rest?”
“No, I won’t enjoy it.”
“That’s enough for me. A better good-bye than I deserve.”
“And what do I deserve, Maven?”
“Better than we ever gave you.”

Cal is built from his father’s dreams, and Maven from his mother’s nightmares.

I want to see Maven cry

He still grins, spitting blood, but tears gleam in his eyes. He’s losing control, and the tight grip he keeps on himself is coming undone.
He knows it’s the end. Maven Calore has lost.

Remember this day, Maven, when you are abandoned and alone, with no one to blame but yourself.

Facing an opponent he can defeat. Not a brother he wants to save. There is not blood left between them, only the blood Maven made him spill.

If not for the Stone, Maven would burn.

Get through it.
I grit my teeth and turn back to her, my eyes mercifully clear. ”Just for now,” I echo. I’ll fall apart later. After all of this is done.

You sound like a creaky door.
Feel like one.

Her words never exist beyond the cage of my head.

”I hate the waves. They offend me.” What a way to start a chapter

Tipping on the edge of manhood, parts of him still clinging to youth. Holding on to something as it disappears, just like the rest of us.

Each passing second is a ruin. I’ve been shot; I’ve been stabbed; I’ve been hollowed out. This is a thousand times worse.

It means he’s losing control, or he doesn’t care to keep himself in check. I think it could be both.