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“Deoch, my heart is made of stronger stuff than glass. When she strikes she’ll find it strong as iron-bound brass, or gold and adamant together mixed. Don’t think I am unaware, some startled deer to stand transfixed by hunter’s horns. It’s she who should take care, for when she strikes, my heart will make a sound so beautiful and bright that it can’t help but bring her back to me in winged flight.”
“God you’re brave.” He shook his head. “And young. I wish I were as brave and young as you.”
‘Chan Vaen edan Kote’?” I tried to puzzle it out. “Seven years . . . I don’t know Kote.” “‘Expect disaster every seven years,’”
KOTE means fucking DISASTER?!???
clothes. I chewed bitter willow bark and bitter was my mood. My poverty hung around my neck like a heavy stone.
“Yes, well. I expect you to do a better job next time. A girl gets her life saved, she expects gentler treatment all-round.” “Fair enough,” I said, relaxing. “We’ll treat this as a practice run.”
“The color brings out your eyes. Not that they need it. They’re the greenest thing I’ve seen today. Like a piece of spring.”
“The dreams of fish,” I said. “And sailor’s songs.”
“Oh no. It couldn’t catch me.”
“This one has a wish inside it,” she said matter-of-factly. “Make sure you know what you want before you take a bite.”
“Oh you mustn’t go.” Auri turned to Mola, her expression deathly serious. “His voice is like a thunderstorm, and his hands know every secret hidden deep beneath the cool, dark earth.”
“She didn’t look Cealdish. Not even a little.” “Maybe she was just raised that way.”
Auri is old. Like the Masters but cracked. Like Elodin In fact remember Lloren’s searcher thought Kvothe looks Yllish. What’s Yllish?
“Nothing makes a man feel older than a young woman.”
“Beer dulls a memory, brand sets it burning, but wine is the best for a sore heart’s yearning.”
“But Teccam claims that out of all the spirits, only wine is suited to reminiscence. He said a good wine allows clarity and focus, while still allowing a bit of comforting coloration of the memory.”
“Let’s view her in a rosy light, shall we?”
“The same,” he said at last. “I suppose she was younger, but I can’t say she seems any older now. She always struck me as being older than her years.” He frowned. “Not old really, more . . .” “Mature?” I suggested.
“It’s nice to see I’m not the only one who has trouble pinning her down with words.” “She’s not much for being pinned down,”
“She was just as restless then, and wild. Just as pretty, prone to startle the eye and stutter the heart.”
“I’ve always felt she was rather lonely,” I volunteered. “Maybe that’s why.”
relax. There is a sort of camaraderie that rarely exists except between men who have fought the same enemies and known the same women.
“To Dyanae,” he said. “Most lovely.” “To Denna, full of delight.” “Young and unbending.” “Bright and fair.” “Ever sought, ever alone.” “So wise and so foolish,” I said. “So merry and so sad.” “Gods of my fathers,” Deoch said reverently. “Keep her always so: unchanging, past my understanding, and safe from harm.”
Why am I imagining all the mysterious characters as potentially immortal? Could Denna be one of the good guys being corrupted by the seven? A turncoat? Magneto, or better, Loki?
Tattoos of the Amyr
I knew better than anyone that Elodin was cracked as the potter’s cobbles.
House of the Wind.’”
I had the good fortune to meet someone quite interesting. He is a quite singular fellow, and I am eager to tell you what little I can of him. When next we meet.
He thinks Ambrose is trying to kill him but I think it's this guy. In fact one of the Chandrian might try to kill under the nose of the "Amyr" at University by proxy AND by hiding it under the distraction of Ambrose-Kote-drama. Perfect cover.
Leave Ambrose and his vendetta far behind.
This is misdirection. It's not JUST Ambrose I propose
Less than a day ago the Chandrian were in Trebon.
And not far from Kvothe, as luck would have it
“I’m afraid we’re not bargaining here,” I said. “I’m just informing you as to the conditions of the loan.” I gave her an apologetic smile. “It’s twenty talents or nothing. I’m sorry I didn’t make that clear from the beginning.”
“I heard you were in some trouble,” I said nonchalantly. “So I thought I’d come and help.”
Sentences of 7 words
He’s obsessed with his privacy.
Good try Patrick. You introduce a shadowy character with white hair like one of the Cinder of the Chandrim right when Kvothe discovers a mysterious hit on his life AND news of blue fire. I'm listening.
I moved slowly, as if a wild bird had landed there and I was desperately trying to avoid startling it into flight.
“Just make up a name for him,” I suggested. “You pick one,” she said. “Don’t they teach you about names at the University?”
Master Ash
Cinder
So instead I took the coward’s way out and stayed silent. “You’ll never find your true love that way,” Denna said. I snapped out of my reverie, confused. “I’m sorry, what?” “You eat the core of your apple,” she said, amused. “You eat it all around, then from the bottom to the top.
Shameless Patrick. Good try. She means by keeping silent.
“There you go with seven words again,”
Remember the assassins talked about a botched attempt in Anilin. What if Denna is Chandrim? Or hired by them and sent to kill him!? Or a target like him?
I stared at the broken pump handle. It was rusted through to the center, crumbling away in gritty sheets of red rust. In a sudden flash I remembered coming back to find my troupe killed that evening so many years ago. I remembered reaching out a hand to steady myself and finding the strong iron bands on a wagon’s wheel rusted away. I remembered the thick, solid wood falling to pieces when I touched it.
She frowned at it. “That pump was new.
Standing stone.”
See a woman pale as snow? Silent come and silent go.
Who?
What’s their plan? What’s their plan?
Oooh. Lanre's evil plan to destroy all because all is evil?
“So am I lost treasure or a faeling?” “You’re both.
Plain as DAY!
“It’s rather flattering, actually,” Denna said. “With the exception of some rather irritating posturing in bars, I don’t know if I’ve ever had anyone actually leap to my defense before.” “Yes, of course.”
“You looked . . . fierce. Like a wolf with all its hackles up.”
“Are you trying to seduce me away from my virtue by teaching me how to defend it?” I asked.
Did you know that when you’re angry your eyes—”
How? Clue? Change color obviously but how and is this HIS signal that he is Amyr or Chandrian?
Before too long we were licking the grease from our fingers and filling in the corners.
It was barrow-hill.
He built his house on a forbidden place. Prolly where the Amyr buried an artifact or a gateway and the Chandrim used it?
Like a piece of gristle in my teeth.”
Three of the massive stones were stacked together to form a huge arch, like a massive doorway. The other two lay on their sides, as if lounging in the thick grass. I found their presence comforting, like the unexpected company of old friends.
