Hopeful Art for my Novel, Illustrated by La-Sera, Text done by my Godmother
When a famed young war captain and his elite company of soldiers are exiled to a brutal northern outpost by a vengeful Demon King, he must battle monsters, demons, and his own heart to deliver his world from destruction and win the right to a future.
âHistory, in my mind, is cyclical. It turns like a spindle, echoing across ages â where a nation starts is where they will likely find themselves again. For good or for ill,â
"We was often asked why we chose thâ Pheonix. âSurely thâ eagle âr a hawk wouldâa been better,â we was told. But âem birds didnât inspire the kind oâ hope we needed,â
âIf violence didnât solve problems, I wouldnât have joined the Firebirds,â
âIt is better that my enemies beg mercy from me, than I beg mercy from my enemies. I will grant my enemies mercy. My enemies have none,â
âIf something is not done for love, is it even worth doing?â
âSearching for Fate is a perilous thing. Once you are in her sight, you shall never escape,â
âIf anything goes wrong, blame me. Itâs usually my fault anyways,â
âA song is like a story, and a story is like a song: rising to a crescendo, then turning back towards home,â
