“I stood there, the distant noise of war coming to an end. Blood and bone scarring the earth. The dead bodies of innocent people forced into this all because of ego. What was that saying? When the rich went to war, it was the poor who died. Fuck that. We had enough. Though we might have won, it didn't feel like a victory. We lost too many. "Kovacs," Warwick spoke out loud, our link burned up for now. He took my hand, pulling me away from Markos. We started to walk away, exactly like my vision, dead bodies lying all around us, fire burning, our boots soaked with blood. Hand in hand through the valley of death. The Grey and The Wolf.”
Book:Shadow Lands