The Blight of Muirwood (Legends of Muirwood, #2)

by Jeff Wheeler

A new idea is delicate. It can be killed by a sneer or a yawn; it can be stabbed to death by a quip and worried to death by a frown on the right man’s brow.

“Truth is things as they really are. Not what we wish it to be.”

But it is not confined to that. You cannot confine truth to those terms. It is knowledge of things as they are, but it is also knowledge of things as they were.

The worse a person is, the less he feels it.

“We will all die eventually, child. I am worth no more than this little grape. As long as I try to be a sweet one, that is all that I care to do.