Nick Irving’s Reviews > The Strength of the Few > Status Update

Fists are raised. Shouts are being hurled. The air reeks of unresolved violence.

Through my own horror, my own disorientation and disgust, I am ashamed to say that I feel some flicker of satisfaction at the helplessness of their expressions.
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Evil men seeing their power ripped away. There is, I quickly learn, no sadder or more gratifying sight.

“Just because what you told them is true does not erase your past. Words sound the same coming from the honest and the deceiving, the informed and the deceived. They matter - never think otherwise - but most of the time, people need to be shown a truth before they will truly believe it.”

"People are always the weakest part of any system."

"When power is so entrenched, so impossibly distant, blood becomes the only possible currency of change."
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The city's celebrations rattle around us, a harsh and echoing drum of discontent.

"You saved me. Saved me from a nightmare, and I can never repay that debt. But you took something from me, too. You took my belief. You took my comfort. And now instead of enjoying life, I fear death."

Just because you are not right for a place does not mean you were never meant to be there.

Still hard to wrap my head around the concept. The end of the world. Even now, the thought fills me with a disconnected sense of unease more than the genuine panic I know it should. As if something so vast and terrifying can't be real, is so impossible to imagine that it cannot be properly feared.

Chain your anger in the dark, and it will only grow. But sometimes chains are the only way.

Death is the door to life.