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Doesn’t matter where you go in the world—if you’re good at your job, people who are good enough at theirs to see it will respect you for it.
“Oh, wizard,” Drakul chided me. “Their immaculate beardlinesses have you in the dark even now? As one starborn to another, I must say it seems unseemly in the extreme.”
War leaves you precious little time to be human. It’s one of the more horrible realities about it.
The real battle for your own soul isn’t about falling from a great height; it’s about descending, or not, one choice at a time.
I’m not saying pain is what defines us as human beings. But it is, in many ways, what unites us. We all recognize other people in pain. Damned near all of us are moved to do something about it when we see it. It’s our common enemy, though it isn’t, really, an enemy. Pain is, at least when our bodies are working properly, a teacher. A really tough, really strict, and perfectly fair teacher.
“You!” I said, relishing the moment. “Shall not! Pass!”
“What’s the point of free will, if not to spit in the eye of destiny?”
Don’t care how Titanic you are. No one expects an orbital-drop grizzly.
“Death isn’t when your body stops working. It’s when there’s no more future. When you can’t see past right now, because you stopped believing in tomorrow.”
“Everyone,” she said, “thinks that hate and love are somehow opposite forces. They are not. They are the same force, facing opposite directions.” She glanced aside at me. “Love is a fire, my Knight. Love turned the wrong way has killed as many as hate. Reason, young wizard, is the opposite of hate, not love.
