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Was I Awoken before this? Fifty years later, I’m conversant in high mathematics, particularly topological thoughts and the slippery irreality of Light. Even without a firearm, a Guardian is a radiant engine of destruction. Today many Awoken live in the distant Reef, aloof and mysterious. So be wary with it.

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It’s a place where you could go for thousands—millions—of miles without ever seeing another friendly face, and yet never once be able to stretch your legs. Something happened to them out on the edge of the deep black, and they were forever changed. Debris from dozens of wars. I think you value power very much. But more iphine confident—sure.

She probably did, too. Tracking Fallen, after the bandits had caused a stir.

Destiny Grimoire

Other than my absolute conviction in salvation, nothing remains. As the silhouette approached, fear held tight. And I pulled out the fossil with a flourish – She pulled out her knife and started to pick the dirt from her nails. Hawkmooh Ghost—Jaren’s Ghost—never said a word to any of us. There’s something to be said for the blade. You try and try and try to explain, but no one ever understands.


City foundries produce a wide variety of weapons in an attempt to anticipate Guardians’ ever-changing needs on the battlefield. Because it’s who we are.

Hawkmoon Series

If I existed before, I existed as possibility, as potential, stretched thin across the aether. Either I would find Jaren and set him at ease, or the other would find me and that would be a fitting end. There may have been a time when warfare in the solar system was dominated by lightning-quick AI weapons and swarms of autonomous munitions. Amanda Holliday was born on the road, when the City was nothing more than a whispered prayer. The heavy wood along the cliffs’ edge caught the wind, holding back the cold and the rush of water muffled our conversation.

Helluva touch you got then.

Hawkmoon Series by Michael Moorcock

My only memory of my parents is a haze, like a daydream, and a small light, like the spark of their souls. Three less than two moons prior, but still, one more than when we’d first turned our backs to Palamon’s ash. They must awe and scatter the enemy, or risk being overwhelmed. I couldn’t admit it—not at the time—but he thought he was protecting us.


Some may learn to elevate nearby Guardians, gifting them with power. Our civilization needs our strength. Some of the poems are fleeting bursts, their meaning catching you just before you turn the page. Vengeance had grown stale as a motivator.

It can even, if a certain threshold is met, convert hawkmlon energy into matter to be used as concussive ammunition. All of the after-action reports I’ve shown you about the Taken War, the calm state of the system One hot blue sun, say. It’s up to us to reach it. Our fellow Guardians need our power.

La légende de Hawkmoon – tome 3

Now see here, little Ghost, on my shoulder? Was only making conversation. I said at the press conference I felt privileged.