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Rhin raised an eyebrow. “No need to be shy—everyone needs some time to relax and indulge in their personal pleasures, else what is life for? But sleeping for a ten-night, a little extreme, don’t you think? And a little unbelievable. Are you lying to me?”
Uhg. I wish I could sleep that long. Haha.
“sometimes the right thing can be a grim thing, too.”
“Winning one battle does not decide the war,”
“Kick a stone in anger, you’ll hurt your foot,” Tahir said.
“That acting from anger will get you killed,” Gar said. “Anger is the enemy.”
He is naive, has trusted flattering words and deceptive tongues, and walked the wrong path.
Two for vengeance. One for love.
“I am familiar with sacrifice,” she said coldly, “but I’ll not be a pawn to an absent god. I’ll fight for my freedom, for my people, and follow my conscience.
“And besides, in these times death feels never more than a few steps behind us. While I still draw breath I’ll live my life as I choose.”
“Can you never come back to me without a fresh wound?” “It’s a bad habit, I must confess.” He smiled at her.
Makes me think of Claire and Jamie from Outlander! <3
Whatever they are, they are not men. But whatever they are, they still died, still failed me. So much for Nathair’s great warriors. He felt an irrational anger about that, even as he felt fear and revulsion crawling across his skin.
Respect them, don’t fear them, he reminded himself. They die the same as the rest of us—Sumur
above all else you fight for yourself.
It’s amazing what a small and focused force can do against a larger, unprepared one.
“There’s no one here,” Morcant said. “Your powers of observation are staggering,” Rhin said, barely contained rage dripping from each word.
“Bad things happen everywhere. My village didn’t go marching off to war, but war still came and found them.
come to see that the same is true of you giants. We are all capable of good and evil, kindness and cruelty.”
Doing nothing does not absolve you of choice. Doing nothing puts you firmly on Asroth’s side and makes you a coward, as well, for not having the stones to admit it.”
He’s scared. Scared of making the wrong choice and thus damning his people; instead he makes no choice and so damns them all the same.
It was early, the sun a fiery globe balanced upon the rim of the world. Mist curled lazily from the river below him.
“In the end, it’s all the same,” Varan said. “We all face death alone.” Corban nodded. “To my thinking, though, it’s what happens before death that’s important. All of us die. How many really live?”
Sometimes caution is wisdom, but sometimes it is fear, and fear is not wise.
This is not the time or place for grinning. I think he must have had a blow to the head.
She's too funny
One man, or woman”—he nodded to Coralen, Kulla and Laith—“can make a difference. Can do something. It may not change anything, but we won’t know unless we try.”
He seems very highly strung these days. He needs to learn to relax and enjoy the moment.
“And what the future holds, who knows?” she said quietly, then looked back at Veradis. “We know only that we are alive, now.”
“They fight for Asroth, even if many of them do not realize it. I’ll never walk that path, not for oath, love nor friendship.”
I’ve done bad things, sure enough, or been party to them. But things are different now. I’m different now. Got a cause to fight for. Friends. People I believe in. Can’t change the past, but I can be a better man now.
but this is a dark, cruel world, and terrible things beyond our control happen every day.”
Sometimes you can be too busy watching someone else’s back to take care of your own.
You speak of truth and courage. Forgiveness can be the greatest act of courage.”
“How pathetic you humans are. So much emotion wrapped up in weakness, leading you to attempt the impossible, lying to yourself, time and time again. Hope, I think you call it. And yet always you fail. Your whole experience has been death and misery, failure and yet more death, and still you refuse to face the truth. A breed with such a talent for blind delusion and denial deserves to be exterminated.”
There it is, the difference between the Bright Star and the Black Sun, right there. Who stands at Nathair’s cairn and mourns? And yet Corban is surrounded, not by those who serve or fear him, but by those who love him. Even a scruffy old crow. That tells a tale far clearer than a prophecy scrawled upon parchment. I am glad that I met him, that I discovered the truth before it was too late.
“Well, life is good, little man. Many good things have happened. Although many bad, too.
New life, moving on. He felt a twinge of guilt, but moving on did not mean forgetting. Never forgetting.
