“I watched him climb to the platform and take a seat in the short row of benches along the wall, wishing that I had been wiser in my choice of heroes. I wished I had known about Calder. A man broken twice over, still willing to hand his life over to the greater good. A man drowning in bitterness and resentment, still a steadfast protector to the very source of his anguish. A man who lost everything and turned it into something, who had done what I was trying to do now. I was staring down the path of impossibility, knowing he had already walked it … and that was what a real hero was.”
Book:A Tempest of Shadows