Stone of Farewell (Memory, Sorrow & Thorn, #2)

by Tad Williams

“Not everyone can stand up and be a hero, Princess,” he said quietly. “Some prefer to surrender to the inevitable and salve their consciences with the gift of survival.”

He knew that his exhaustion and even his fear would eventually recede, but he could imagine no cure for such loneliness.

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But he will never change. And if he dies—what is left of me, I’ll die, too.

“Fear goes where it is invited,”

“Never make your home in a place,” the old man had told him that day. “Make a home for yourself inside your own head. You’ll find what you need to furnish it—memory, friends you can trust, love of learning, and other such things. That way it will go with you wherever you journey …”

From somewhere up the slope, Qantaqa howled. Her mournful voice echoed all over the mountain.

i love qantaqa SO much

“Are you still my friend, Binabik?” he said at last. The troll took the flute from his lips. “To death and beyond, Simon-friend.”

binabik making me tear up on a friday night

Deornoth sank down onto the muddy ground, tears rolling down his cheeks.

must protect deornoth at all costs

She could not understand why she was not even slightly in love.

The very branches of the trees trembled.

I love this sentence so much

“If we are running joyfully into the arms of death, let us at least admit that is what we do! Let us for this once see ourselves plainly, even at the ending of things.”

Blood had been spilled in the very heart of summer.

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