Heir of Novron (The Riyria Revelations, #5-6)

by Michael J. Sullivan

“Happiness comes from moving toward something. When you run away, ofttimes you bring your misery with you.”

“Why did they attack you?” “They were drunk.” “Where I come from, drunks sing badly and sleep with ugly women.

there is a pattern to the world. Wobble it and it corrects, which should be impossible; chaos should beget chaos. Order should be only one possibility and drowned by all the other permutations. But if it corrects again, if order prevails, then there can be only one answer. There is another force at work—an invisible hand—and I think I know what that force is.”

draws you in and you want it like a hunger. You feel yourself becoming part of something bigger, joining with it, working with it. You sense every drop of water, every blade of grass, and you become them—everything—the air and the stars. You want to see how far you can go, where the edges are, only some part of you knows—there are no edges.

‘Life is only precious if you wish it to be.’ I look at it like the last bite of a wonderful meal—do you enjoy it, or does the knowledge that there is no more to follow make it so bitter that you would ruin the experience?”

every day granted to us is another day to hope.”

you have a way of growing on a person.” He smiled. “You know, like lichen or mold.”