Tigana

by Guy Gavriel Kay

We can never truly know the path we have not walked.

Everything connects. We cannot afford to look only at our own goals. That is the lesson the dearest friend of my life has taught me.

But time was not rewound, neither in the heart nor in the world as they knew it. It moved on, and things changed, for better or for worse; seasons changed, the hours of sunlit day went by, darkness fell and lingered and gave way to light at dawn, years spun after each other one by one, people were born, and lived by the Triad’s grace, and they died. And they died.