"When you're the sole surviving noble of junior lineage, don't expect much of a future. That's what some might think.
Not Gregor, though. The way he sees it, being last of a line means he can dispense with social niceties and do exactly what he wants. And if any unwelcome visitors have a problem with that, this guy's got one or two surprises for them."
"When you're the sole surviving noble of junior lineage, don't expect much of a future. That's what some might think.
Not Gregor, though. The way he sees it, being last of a line means he can dispense with social niceties and do exactly what he wants. And if any unwelcome visitors have a problem with that, this guy's got one or two surprises for them."
"The road had been long and hard, but there was no guarantee that what I'd been through would be enough to turn me into the person my mentors saw me as. I had too many questions still ahead of me.
But ahead of me today was another training session in the dojo, which meant I would get my answers later. If I survived, of course."
"Imagine you find yourself in a world that prizes martial arts above all else, and that I am the descendant of an ancient clan who have honed their skill from generation to generation to rise to the ranks of the most powerful . . . Bet you're surprised, right?
The thing is, most of my teachers say I'm a hopeless, talentless loser. No big deal, at first glance at least. I can survive just fine without talent.
There's just one catch—I'm already dead. Or am I?"
