Howling Dark (Sun Eater)

Women are ever the judges of men, our jury and, though their hands seldom grasp the knife, our executioners.

Most of this shrapnel is carried in the hearts and souls of those who visited that strange country we call battle.

Were I still the boy I’d been, I would have said she owed me for my mercy. But mercy that expects repayment is no mercy at all, nor is a friendship truly a friendship that stands on debt and gratitude.