Every person has the latent ability to read minds and influence the physical world without touching it, but they don't have the ability to connect with the power source.

No hope, is worse than fear.

I took three steps and was wrapped in his arms, where I belonged. No confusion here. No worries here. No troubles here.

Flea stared at us, "I can't decide what's worse. Losing family members or not having a family member to lose.

It's the effort, not the results that matter.

Ursan flourished the knife, threatening me. "Talk, or I'll start cutting off body parts." "Yours? Or mine?" I kept my voice steady despite my insides twisting into goo. "It's an important distinction.

Do you really want to know why you lost?” I asked. “Do you really have an answer?” he countered. “You need to get off your horse and run with your men. You don’t have the stamina for a long fight. And find a lighter sword.” “But it was my uncle’s.” “You’re not your uncle.” “But I’m the King, and this is the King’s sword,” Cahil said. His brows creased together. He seemed confused. “So wear it to your coronation,” I said. “If you use it in battle, you’ll be wearing it to your funeral,” I said.