The Heartwood of ash and silence

In bands, alone, it all came down to murder, and those terms Damien could understand. He had lived a renegade period himself and knew the benefits of self-administration. Things moved faster, there was less sharing and more freedom, but nothing could beat the bulk and stability of a gang behind you. That's what Damien was looking forward to having again.

The next comment got Damien rising an eyebrow. What do you know about Blackfeather? he asked, surprised that he had recognized his mark. It was quite unique. None of the purebloods that had found their way to Meldresi's legacy had ever seen such a signature, which made Damien realize long ago that it was Meldresi's personal trademark and not the Brotherhood's.