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‘Fuck Genabackis,’ he muttered. ‘Fuck Culvern Wood, fuck all the dead people long gone, fuck all the forgotten spirits, gods, spectres and fucking everything else.’ He straightened, swung back to his placidly waiting horse. Then he paused as he recalled that ecstatic shiver. ‘But most of all, whoever you were, if that was a fuck, I’ll fucking take it.’
‘Pedantry is no virtue,’
for quite some now,
‘I’ve been searching my memory,’ Damisk said, ‘and nowhere can I recall advising you to collect Jheck warriors, Rant.’ Red-rimmed eyes blinked wearily at him. ‘Damisk.’ The word was a croak. ‘You look awful.’
You are what a Teblor child would be if it never grew up.’
Creature is a weasel, in a constant state of rage because it’s just smart enough to know how stupid it is.
you invent a new game and it’s called “tying your sister to a tree”
Because, in civilization, almost everyone is a slave. And slaves will own slaves who will own slaves, and so it goes.
‘It eats like a bear eats. Meat, plants, berries, termites and ants.’ She paused, then said, ‘Shits like a bear, too. Black and acidic.
With common horses, that which drives them is fear. Among Jaghut horses, it is the hunt. Teblor horses merge the two, making them warhorses, because a warhorse must understand fear as much as the hunt.
‘Sorry?’
Continuity is an illusion. Unseen forces work to their own ends.
