The world is an inferno. It will burn until every nation has fallen, until all who oppose us are dead, until people see the true light.

It's one of the things I love most about being an author - seeing the different covers from each country.

Let's make like a hockey player and get the puck out of here.

Only another twenty thousand or so days of this to go.

And when reality goes, sanity has no reason.

I'd been so set on an escape that was now impossible, and the only form of freedom left to me was death. It was a terrible kind of freedom—one from misery and pain, yes, but also one from lightness and laughter and life. It was an absence of everything.

It's incredible how much stamina you can find when you're fighting and enemy in battle, even if that enemy is just in your imagination.