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568 pages, Paperback
First published January 14, 2014
鈥淔ear is blindness, calmness is sight.鈥�
鈥淟eadership isn't just about giving orders. A fool can give orders. A leader listens. He changes his mind. He acknowledges mistakes.鈥�
It is no slight to you, Baxter Pane had argued, staring at her with those rheumy eyes of his, but women are not suited to the Ministry. They are too鈥ickle, too easily transported by their emotions.
Adare swallowed a curse. And here I am, allowing myself to be transported by my emotions.
鈥淥ff the bird, Laith,鈥� Valyn snapped. 鈥淣ow.鈥�
He wasn鈥檛 angry at his Wing. They were playing by the book, playing it safe, but there was no benefit to a pointless standoff with a dozen Aedolians.
In his eagerness to save his brother, he had led his Wing directly into harm鈥檚 way, had ignored the signs, spurned sensible caution, and now, unless he figured some way to cut them all loose, they were going to die here in the shadow of an unnamed mountain at the end of the world.
For as long as he could remember, he鈥檇 tried to weigh his options, to think before acting, to make the wise choice. It had all ended in ashes...
...caught up in the spell of those violet eyes, that cascading black hair...
Tan would live, or he would die.
Gwenna had tied her last would-be suitor to a dock piling and left him there for the tide. When his friends finally found him, he was sobbing like a baby as the waves washed over his face.
Maybe this is what they want us to learn, he thought to himself blearily. There are two worlds, one of life and one of darkness, and you cannot inhabit both. It seemed like a good lesson for a Kettral, a lesson that could never be learned on the earth itself, not in a thousand days of swordplay and barrel drops, the kind of lesson that had to be bleached into the bone.
鈥淗ey, Sharpe,鈥� one of the men bellowed down at Gwenna. It was Plenchen Zee鈥攖hick as a barrel but damned near impossible to kill, if the stories were true. Someone had sliced out one of his eyes, and he鈥檇 taken to filling the cavity with all sorts of unsettling things: stones, radishes, eggs. Today a ruby bulged jauntily from the socket.
鈥淏elieve what you see with your eyes, trust what you hear with your ears; know what you feel with your flesh. The rest is dream and delusion.鈥�
鈥淢en tend to die when you slide steel beneath their skin and wiggle it around. Even priests.鈥�
鈥淧ut a man鈥檚 back to the wall, and he鈥檚 got no choice but to fight; offer him a comfortable retirement before the age of twenty, and you learn who鈥檚 committed to the cause.鈥�
鈥淥bedience is a knife that cuts the cord of bondage.
Silence is a hammer that shatters the walls of speech.
Stillness is strength; pain a soft bed.
Put down your basin; emptiness is the only vessel.鈥�
鈥淏elieve what you see with your eyes; trust what you hear with your ears; know what you feel with your flesh. The rest is dream and delusion.鈥�
鈥淩esist faith. Resist trust. Believe only in what you touch with your hands. The rest is error and air.鈥�
鈥淵ou squint hard enough, and everything starts to look suspicious.鈥�
There鈥檚 a scene near the middle of The Emperor鈥檚 Blades in which a class of Kettral cadets, ultra-elite warriors who fly massive hawks into battle, are undergoing their final test: Hull鈥檚 Trial. People who have read the book ask about this scene a lot, and about Kettral training more generally. They want to know if I鈥檝e served in the military 鈥� I haven鈥檛 鈥� and then they want to know where in the hell all the training material comes from. The answer (aside from lots and lots of reading about military training) is adventure racing.
"She didn't look like a flint-hearted killer. At first glance, she actually looked more like a farmer's daughter than a soldier"
"the blond youth grinned down at him..."
鈥淚f we figure everyone might be a murderer, we鈥檙e less likely to be disappointed.鈥�