Fool's Quest (The Fitz and the Fool, #2)

by Robin Hobb

“I’m not an idiot,” Perseverance said huffily. “You’ve not proved that today,” I told him,

Nothing is really lost. Shapes change. But it’s never completely gone.

I might be old, my joints might ache in the cold, and I had failed in several dozen important ways in the last few months. But I could still hunt, and still bring back meat to share. And that was something, and a bigger something than it had been in a long time.

“I always fail the people I love the most.”

Oh, Fitz. *sob*

“You are friends with a dragon and a queen?” Perseverance broke in, astonished.

“Dragon droppings?” Per asked in awe, as if that were the most fantastic part of their tale.

“Ugh,” said Lant, softly. I tended to agree with him.

Same, Lant. Same.

Always behave as if you are the person you wish to be perceived as. I was an emissary from the Six Duchies, a prince of the blood, and I had every right to be welcomed as such.