The Name of the Wind (The Kingkiller Chronicle, #1)

by Patrick Rothfuss

For he knew the name of the wind, and so the wind obeyed him.

I have been called Kvothe the Bloodless,

Kvothe the Arcane, and Kvothe Kingkiller. I have earned those names. Bought and paid for them.

“Call a jack a jack. Call a spade a spade. But always call a whore a lady. Their lives are hard enough, and it never hurts to be polite.”

It felt the same way your body feels after a day of splitting wood, or swimming, or sex.

A day of sex? This analogy might be lost on his readers ikncluding me

First, energy cannot be created or destroyed. When you are lifting one drab and the other rises off the table, the one in your hand feels as heavy as if you’re lifting both, because, in fact, you are.

Trying to add mystical bullshit to justify how it could be real. Sounds fucking midichlorian....

“How easily did he pick up the lute?” My father seemed a little surprised by the sudden change of topic. “Fairly easily, why?” “How old was he?” My father tugged thoughtfully at his beard for a moment. In the silence my mother’s voice was like a flute. “Eight.”

Teacher named Ben teaching the kid magic. Young prodigy. Dark creatures. Mix of Star Wars and Harry Potter for adults . Fully expect mom and dad to be murdered and Abenthy sacrificing his life for the kid.

“He’s eleven. Have you ever known a boy his age who talks

the way he does? A great deal of it comes from living in such an enlightened atmosphere.”

Dont break your arm patting yourself on your own back

It is a small hope, and pointless really. They are just as dead either way.

I knew it so theyve created batman with magic

First is the door of sleep. Sleep offers us a retreat from the world and all its pain. Sleep marks passing time, giving us distance from the things that have hurt us. When a person is wounded they will often fall unconscious. Similarly, someone who hears traumatic news will often swoon

or faint. This is the mind’s way of protecting itself from pain by stepping through the first door. Second is the door of forgetting. Some wounds are too deep to heal, or too deep to heal quickly. In addition, many memories are simply painful, and there is no healing to be done. The saying “time heals all wounds” is false. Time heals most wounds. The rest are hidden behind this door. Third is the door of madness. There are times when the mind is dealt such a blow it hides itself in insanity. While this may not seem beneficial, it is. There are times when reality is nothing but pain, and to escape that pain the mind must leave reality behind. Last is the door of death. The final resort. Nothing can hurt us after we are dead, or so we have been told.

Do not call on Tehlu save in the greatest need, for Tehlu judges every thought and deed,’” he recited.

Hah even street bullies believe in god

Trapis nursed me through the long days of my fever. He wrapped me in blankets, fed me, and when my fever showed no signs of breaking on its own, he used the money I’d brought to buy a bittersweet medicine.

Is this man a saint?

“I could have,” Kvothe said seriously, “and I didn’t. I made my choice and I regret it to this day. Bones mend. Regret stays with you forever.”

two span.

So one span is 10 days. And months have more than 31 days and have jibberish names. Gotcha

Smiling, she held my eyes. “Liar.” I used an old stage trick to keep myself from blushing, gave my best unconcerned shrug, and looked down at the willow wand I was peeling. After a few minutes, I heard her return to her conversation with Reta. I found myself strangely disappointed.

Try negging her next time you shitty pickup artiste

“Come, Herma,” Hemme said, slapping his hand on the table. “The boy is obviously lying. I have important matters to attend to this afternoon.” The Chancellor gave him a vastly irritated look. “I have not given you leave to speak, Master Hemme.” The two of them stared at each other for a long moment before Hemme looked away, scowling.

So we meet snape and dumbledore

So I was cheating. I had snuck into Hollows through a back entrance, acting the part of an errand boy. Then I’d picked two locks and spent more than an hour watching other students’ interviews. I heard hundreds of questions and thousands of answers.

Haha brilliant

You might think that this encounter left me disheartened. You might think I felt betrayed, my childhood dreams of the University cruelly shattered. Quite the contrary. It reassured me. I had been feeling rather out of my element until Ambrose let me know, in his own special way, that there wasn’t much difference between the University and the streets of Tarbean. No matter where you are, people are basically the same.

Besides, anger can keep you warm at night, and wounded pride can spur a man to wondrous things.

“. . . is the day you have two hours to spare,” I said. “Two long hours, and that’s just for getting started. ‘So same can the humble thrush well know its north?’ I mean, I don’t even know how to begin to criticize that. It practically mocks itself.”

This guy has become a Gary Stu overnight, mastering everything. Where's the damn conflict and suspense?

“My lady scriv,” I said to her with a bow.

The white Knight of this book apparently. Jesus, this is just cringe. Was Rothfuss playing out a fantasy of his in this chapter?

“There are two sure ways to lose a friend, one is to borrow, the other to lend.”

How fucking true

be fair, it should be mentioned that the University had a vague contempt for Imre’s populace, too, viewing them as self-indulgent and decadent.

Muggles?

What draws you to a fire is the warmth you feel when you come near. The same was true of Denna.”

This author is an epic fucking simp

You have completed your apprenticeship, and distinguished yourself in terms of skill.” I relaxed a bit. “But your greater judgment is still somewhat in question. The lamp itself we will melt down for metals, I suppose.”

Hes not harry potter but anakin skywalker. He can sit at the table but he will not be granted the title of master

painfully aware of the fact that this term would be my last unless I could find a way to make a great deal of money rather quickly. No. Patience wasn’t an option for me.

This kid is exceptionally annoying. Rootingv for this troublemaking moron sociopath to fail

“Beer dulls a memory, brand sets it burning, but wine is the best for a sore heart’s yearning.”

counted the money into Kaerva’s hand as his assistant saddled the big black. The Ceald seemed uncomfortable meeting my eye.

I thought male ceald didnt barter or deal with money...

But there are more sinister things you can do with a mommet. Things no good arcanist was ever supposed to consider. Things with pins and knives that would leave a man bleeding even though he was miles away. True malfeasance.

So they find an extraordinary creature that's nearly extinct and this asshole's first impulse is to kill it? With forbidden dark magic, no less. Maybe he's the fucking antagonist in this story and the Chandrian are the good guys.

“Don’t ask him about it,” he hissed urgently. “Don’t mention it at all.” Chronicler looked puzzled. “What are you talking about?” “About the bottle. About the sympathy he tried to do.”

This book is almost over nd itg offers no answers. So disappointing

I have known her longer, my smile said. True, you have been inside the circle of her arms, tasted her mouth, felt the warmth of her, and that is something I have never had. But there is a part of her that is only for me. You cannot touch it, no matter how hard you might try. And after she has left you I will still be here, making her laugh. My light shining in her. I will still be here long after she has forgotten your name.

Holy shit. This is the most deranged friendzoned nice guy, neckbeard thing ive read. This fucking teenager feels okwnership of her while watching her fuck thed bad boys. Christ this is terrible to read. Might be the cringiest thing I've ever read.

follow you unseen and smother any spark of joy you find. You’ll never know a woman’s touch, a breath of rest, a moment’s peace of mind.”

Cmon dude you gather more flies with hiney threaten and this guy will find a way to cheat you

“There’s no reason we can’t all get what we want. You get your story. He gets to tell it. You get to know the truth. He gets to remember who he really is. Everyone wins, and we all go our separate ways, pleased as peaches.”