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“Tell me, Kip, if you’ve done bad things your whole life, but you die doing something good, do you think that makes up for all the bad?” “No,” Kip said, honestly, before he could stop himself. “Me neither.” “But it’s better than nothing,” Kip said. “Orholam is merciful.”
Is it better that the guilty should perish, or that the innocent should live?
“When you don’t know what to do, do what’s right and do what’s in front of you. But not necessarily what’s right in front of you.”
“I wasn’t willing for the innocent to die so I could kill the guilty.”
You might want to think twice before you try to use a man’s conscience against him. It may turn out he doesn’t have one.”
It was like being given a gift that was wildly exotic when you wanted something perfectly common.
Have you ever wondered if you were the only real person in the world, and everything and everyone else was just your imagination?”
“Wait, so men lose both ways? Blind to colors more often and really good at seeing them less often? That’s not fair.” “But we can lift heavy things.” Kip grumbled. “And pee standing up, right?” “Very useful around poison ivy.
“I don’t know if you’ve given your sire reason to suspect you,” Ironfist said. “But if you betray him, I’ll tear your arms off and beat you with them.” “Good thing I’m fat, then,” Kip shot back. “What?” Incredulous. “Soft arms.”
Of course, Liv thought, the same rules don’t apply to the obscenely rich. Never do. Not here.
A ruler who would sweat with them was a ruler who might understand men who won their bread by the sweat of their brow.
“Look, Kip,” Kip said, “gullible’s written on the sky!” He gazed up as if clueless. “Huh? Where?”
“Moments of beauty sustain us through hours of ugliness,”
We’re using Orholam’s gift to kill Orholam’s children. Most of whom are fools who could be our friends at any other time.
“At some point, you have to decide not merely what you’re going to believe, but how you’re going to believe. Are you going to believe in people, or in ideas, or in Orholam? With your heart, or with your head? Will you believe what’s in front of you, or in what you think you know? There are some things you think you know that are lies. I can’t tell you what those are, and I’m sorry for that.”
Life would win.
“You’ll demand nothing,” Gavin said. He never broke eye contact. “You’re corrupt if not treasonous, Governor Crassos. You’ve been colluding with King Garadul, and if I can find just a little more evidence of it, I swear when you return to Ruthgar, your head will have a pike waiting for it. Unless Satrapah Ptolos decides to hand you over to the Parians instead. You’re incompetent, contemptible, a liar, a thief, and a coward.
I’m going to march in there and rescue Karris? More like waddle in there.
He hadn’t liked Crassos, hated his attitude, hated the type of noble he represented, who took and took and never thought to give a crumb back.
There had to be eight hundred or a thousand drafters here! “Orholam,” Karris breathed. “There must be five hundred drafters here.” So I can’t count, so what?
