The Farseer Trilogy (The Farseer Trilogy, #1-3)

by Robin Hobb

the hurt of a boy bleeds out with the sea-spawned ink,

‘Don’t do what you can’t undo, until you’ve considered what you can’t do once you’ve done it.’

nodded my gratitude to a round-faced serving woman who dimpled a smile at me in return.

“The fight isn’t over until you win it, Fitz. That’s all you have to remember. No matter what the other man thinks. Or the horse.”

Nor did it dissuade her from the single-minded pursuit of any avocation that caught her fleeting fancy.

I wondered if there was any way to live amongst other people and refuse to be harnessed by their expectations and dependencies.

As for me, I walked on by the river, watching the night age around me.

Children, I have found, are much more swift to accept the unusual. They admit their curiosity, you see, rather than disdaining the object that arouses it.”

“I take myself with me. That’s all I truly need, or own.”