There is something brittle in me that will break before it bends. Perhaps if the [the enemy] had brought a smaller army I might have had the sense to run. But he overdid it.
Mark LawrenceEach day the memories weigh a little heavier. Each day they drag you down that bit further. You wind them around you, a single thread at a time, and you weave your own shroud, you build a cocoon, and in it madness grows.
Mark LawrenceYou soon learn thereโs no elegance or dignity in death if you spend time in the castle kitchens. You learn how ugly it is, and how good it tastes.
Mark Lawrence