Sword of Hemlock
"Renda, you miss the war like an old love, and in the missing, you forget the bad of it. The dead, the maimed. Sure you'd not take it all back."
"Would I not?"
For Renda of Brannagh, born and raised to be a knight, peace doesn't sit well. Neither does being a lady. But she must learn to combine the two, and learn what she lacks, in order to come into her own.
For prophecy is a delicate thing.