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“‘I am broken,’ she replied. Her throat was dry. Did she have a fever? Her head was too hot. ‘But broken things can still kill.‘“

“Sometimes, when she was sailing with her mother, the air would change in some imperceptible way and they would know that a storm was coming – perhaps it would be hours or days away, but it would always come. In a room crowded with people and no ocean in sight, Wydrin felt that same sense sweep through her; a change of atmosphere that promised some oncoming disaster. It was never wrong.”

“Within the globes are teams of mages, casting spells to monitor the gods and their movements. They are very difficult to track, and can shield themselves easily, but it is possible to pick up traces of Edenier from their actions. Those traces increase significantly when they target us, or a city, or a village. Sometimes it can reverberate back towards us, and then the lights go out.’”

“Five huge white domes dominated the building, shining dimly with their own inner glow, while all around it were twisted spires of black rock, reaching up towards the shrouded sky almost as though they had caught it in some moment of terrible cataclysm and frozen it there.”

I swear this author 1. Wants the villains to win and 2. Is trying to give me a heart attack.

“The red moss covered the left side of his face, completely obscuring one eye and colonising the inside of his nose, and for the last hour or so he had been shouting random phrases, gibbering as though in the grip of a terrible fever. He quietened for a moment, and Augusta pushed a damp cloth against what was left of his forehead. ‘It’s in his eyes, I’m telling you, it’s getting in their brains.”

“Sometimes no power is the wisest choice, he reminded himself. Power led to a knife in your hand, a series of empty rooms, and blood. Always blood.”

“The site itself had not been easy to find – she supposed that there were whole sections of Euriale that were simply much easier to traverse when you were a giant sentient spider – and now they were met with more obstacles.”

“Another monster was crawling its way over the shattered edge of the wreck: a giant, glorious lizard of cream and gold scales, its eyes like beautiful amber lamps.
It was a dragon, and on its back was a wild man with black hair and beard, a sword held in one hand, and a look of triumph in his eyes.”