Its limbs were loose, graceless, lying in an uncomfortable position. Unmoving. Just like any corpse. In life… — Brent Weeks

Kylar woke two hours before dawn and briefly wondered if death would be too high a price to pay for a full night’s sleep.

“That pain you feel,” Master Blint said almost gently, “is the pain of abandoning a delusion. The delusion is meaning, Kylar. There is no higher purpose. There are no gods. No arbiters of right and wrong. I don’t ask you to like reality. I only ask you to be strong enough to face it. There is nothing beyond this.

“Here I thought they were invincible.”

“They’re immortal. It’s not the same thing.”