Use us well, even if we’re to meet our ends faster. But if he could have vouchsafed his own answer, now, he might have said. He had not argued because she’d been right that he was no man for the battlefield Wilovan had never worn armor. He almost wished he’d gone with Lyonette. What better time for a man like him? When he rose and dressed himself, putting on casual slacks of Wyvernhide, adjusting his undershirt, jacket, and overcoat that stretched slightly across his chest, his top hat, his tie even, gifted to him by the young Rickel. And he thought he should have been there. Though they told him he had done everything he could be asked, when he stood in that dream, shining like a ray of goodness down through the blood and grit he knew so well and the light, miraculously, did not tarnish and sully itself from touching him. Though it had not been long ago and though he had never learned to control his dreams-the man thought it came upon him like a blessing, a vision.
(Gravesong is out now on Yonder! Read the first part of the book here!)
