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He did not stop for a fight; there was no point, for if he fought over every injustice he would never get anything done.
I always knew that one day my pelvic propensities would result in my death,
“A friend is someone you trust, someone you trust with your life and their own life as well, until you do no longer.
Aldous was afraid of the torturer, he was horribly, horribly afraid of the torturer, but as he saw the sick grin split the face of Kendrick the Cold, Aldous began to wonder whom he should truly fear.
“I suggest you unchain me,” Theron said to the torturer. “For I am Theron Ward, the slayer of monsters, and those are monsters knocking at your door.”
“Your life comes at a price, son. So does the life of everyone else. That is the lesson. The test is finding out whether or not you will pay it.” The boy took a breath, and, with his eyes locked on his father’s, he slit the goat’s throat. It was the only thing he remembered about his ninth birthday.
there was one thing Ken had learned over the years it was that there was never any need to rush into the bloodshed. No matter what, there would always be something left to kill.
“We do not decide what destiny puts before us, all we can do is choose how to confront it,”
“Do you not think that misplaced trust can be disastrous?” “It does not become misplaced until you lose it.” Theron sighed.
“Just words? Theron swears that these words inspire him to act in the manner he does. He told me they were his call to action, and my frustration comes from the fact that I am having great difficulty finding what he found in them.” Aldous turned the book over in his hand and examined the spine, as if that would give him the insight he needed. Instead, that insight came from a cold-blooded killer who did not choose to read. “You’ll never find it,” Ken said, finally looking at Aldous and holding his gaze. “You aren’t Theron, you’re Aldous.
“Then why try?” “Because I don’t want to die, and the only thing that stops me from dying at my own hand is a purpose that makes me better than I was,” Ken
Treat a thing as a beast and a beast it shall become. We have made magic evil—not those who wield it but us, the ones who fear it.
“I feel powerful,” he finished, and on the tail of those words, he shrieked. “You squeal like a pig at slaughter,” Ken said. “You pinched me!” Aldous said, and pulled away, touching the spot on his neck that had already begun to turn purple. So much for powerful, Theron thought, amused.
“I’m sorry, there are just a lot of plot holes,” Ken said.
Ken was a killer. Theron and Chayse were killers. Aldous needed to prove he was the same.
I am here risking my life for the citizens of a country that has done nothing but wrong to me. If at the end they still see me as a monster, so be it.
Ken blocked, then locked the blade in the beard of his axe and pulled it to his left side. He brought the mace down on the bastard’s helm with everything he had. The
Totally dnd esque. You dont fight a siege assault like that and then turn around and casually dispatch a fresh knight lol
There was no Wardbrook to go back to, not after this. He was not the same as he had been; he never would be the same again. Darcy Weaver was wrong; his book was wrong. There was no science to goodness—there was only the weak, the evil, and the wrath that evil invoked.
My father once told me, ‘An honest writer is the most virtuous of heroes; one who lies is the most deplorable of all villains.’ If he were still alive I would tell him I have found a paradox, that to write honestly takes a great deal of villainy, that there is nothing more treacherous than the truth.
my whole life I’ve meant good. I hope that counts for something.”
“You don’t look surprised.” “Why should I be surprised? You’re sending a dead man you reanimated at your dining room table to find two men who died three centuries ago and a third man who never died and stands before me now. What could make more sense?” The lord regent threw back his head and laughed.
And as he often did when in the company of titled men, Theron wondered what made a beast, what a monster?
He had lost, lost horribly, but he had fought and he lived. And that killed a great deal of fear. Knowing that to fight back was not the worst thing.
He watched the faces of the roaring mob and committed their features to memory, to never forget the monsters that human beings can become. These mothers who nurtured their babes, who wept with joy at their children’s first steps. These fathers who fed their families and socialized as men. These sons and daughters who wished only to be loved by the mothers, the fathers. By the Patriarch, by the Luminescent. One day Dammar would return and kill them all.
heroes to some, perhaps, but to the ones that have a say, we must hang.
It was a remarkable thing to have that, a purpose.
