“The Order of Merciful Aid provided merciful aid, usually on the edge of a blade or the burn of a bullet.”

“Go home, kiss your wives, hug your children and put your affairs in order, because tomorrow I will burn your neighborhood to the ground. We will kill you, your families, your neighbors, your pets, and anyone who will stand in our path. An attack on my family will not go unpunished.”

“Yep, Atlanta was burning. Again.”

“People around me died, usually in horrible and bloody ways.”

“How is it that I could run into a gunfight against overwhelming odds and put myself between bullets and civilians, but I couldn't scrape together enough courage to speak to the one person who mattered the most to me?”

“And then what?""I'll burn that bridge when I cross it.”

“What is he doing here?" Curran growled."He's Roland's Warlord. He's here for me." He was here for the woman who had broken his master's blade."Tough luck. You're mine.”