City of Light

I don’t know who that idiot is, running around in that cloak like he thinks he’s an assassin, but where did he get that beautifully crafted doll?’ That’s what people are going to say about you.

Over there, Rebekkah said, sounding eager. Oooh, she’s watching your building. You should punch her in the face.

the Wanderer had once been human. Then he had become something more. And now he was something less.

He decides that he must do something, and he lets nothing stop him. Even when it would be wiser to stop. But that is only sometimes. The rest of the time, he is a leaf in a breeze. He does not know what he wants, so he does what others tell him. It is an irritating combination.

You should beat the answer out of her, Rebekkah suggested. She’s an old lady. Good. You should be able to handle her, then.

So you lied to me,” Simon said. “I’d say I verbally misled you for the purposes of deception,” Valin responded.

It was more of a tap than a punch, little more than poking him in the neck with a couple of knuckles.

It’s a mess around here, and we need a Founder to take charge, to make everyone march in the same direction.

Nothing of significance had happened while he was gone, but everyone under his command had to tell him that in triplicate and signed if possible.

You should always take credit for your own good luck, Caela said. After all, who else will?

Power without purpose is wasted. It must be directed.

Of Course I can win in an open battle. I am Valinhall

It takes two people to make a deal: a desperate man and a winner.

Are you afraid you'll see what you're doing to these people? Can't you look yourself in the eye?