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January 3 - April 2, 2021
white in the sigil of the Lady of Spring.
Rat and Crow, sacred to the Bastard, god of all disasters
Enough to convict and hang him, if he hadn’t been dead already. The punishments for practicing—no, for attempting—death magic were ferocious.
To kill was to be killed.
The Order of the Bastard, by the logic of its theology, classified unwanted births among the things-out-of-season that were the god’s mandate:
The bastard is the most fascinating God in Lois Macmaster Bujolds world of the five God's universe. Need to spend some time reading about the five God's, their principles and lore.
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The Father of Winter was the god of all deaths in good season, and of justice;
the merchant would never have been driven to use death magic,” said Iselle slowly. “Two men are dead and damned, where it might have only been one .
The alternative—that Iselle had been touched by the goddess that day—disturbed him to contemplate.
Cazaril had met, in his time, some two or three persons whom he suspected might be truly god-touched,
What could possibly drive such an implacable cruel hatred of you?”
Roknari theologians say the Bastard is a demon, like his father, and not a god, after his holy mother, and so call us all devil worshippers—which is a deep offense to the Lady of Summer,
So much religious nuance in this world. I definitely need to read this book again just to pick up on all the nuance. An excellent use of religion in a fantasy book.
“Stop saying that. We slaves. You are a lord of Chalion!”
declaring he would wipe the Quintarian heretics and the worship of the Bastard from the face of the land with fire and sword.
Even the depiction of religious strife is spot on. Sectarianism, competing beliefs driving animosity between different groups who worship & believe different things.
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Fonsa the Wise, from deep study, reasoned that the Golden General must be the chosen of one of the gods; no sacrifice less than that of a king could balance his thundering destiny.
no sacrifice less than that of a king could balance his t...
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Courtiers swarmed around the youths, Cazaril thought dryly, like flies around spilled honey.
“Cazaril!” the crow cried shrilly from this new perch.
the holy military order of the Daughter.
far more glamorous order of the Son,
He met Dondo dy Jironal coming down.
“The man wears the robes of a holy general of the Lady of Spring, yet undertakes to rob women of their virginity,
The gods didn’t really reach into that room, right?”
no guarantee you are not g...
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“It’s Ser dy Sanda. He was set upon last night by footpads, and robbed and stabbed!
“Not injured, m’lord. Slain!”
Whatever the means used, the omen was the one tiny miracle the gods granted every person, no matter how humble, at their last passing.
most beautiful of sacred animals, selected for appropriate color and gender.
The acolyte of the Son in his red-orange robes led a glorious young dog-fox,
What was his word worth now, after the misfired slander about his flogging scars?
“I am not wearing that thief Lord Dondo’s pearls.
he had turned at the last not to magic, but to plain prayer.
a will then put aside, laid wholehearted on the god’s altar. Help me. Help me. Help me.
“Catch me a rat.” “A rat, my lord? Why?” Ah. Why. Why, so that I can work the crime of death magic upon the second most powerful lord in Chalion, of course!
sat to plan the rest of his ploy, his dark prayer, his suicide.
Animals were innocent, even the grisly crows; that innocence surely made them all a little sacred.
My friend Palli, the March dy Palliar, knows the true story of how I was betrayed after Gotorget.
his elder brother deliberately struck me from the list of men to be ransomed, to betray me to the galleys and my death.