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His Shield struck out with a steel-toed boot, knocking Baldur the rest of the way to the ground. Then he kicked his head and started stomping on it, over and over, grunting as he put all his weight and effort into the blows. He stopped only when Baldur’s head caved in, reduced to a bloody, flattened pulp. Then he dragged his boots through the dirt, one at a time, wiping off the gore with an expression of distaste.
Markus wiped his tears with his sleeve. “The sorcerer saw me. He wanted to take me, so I killed his Shield.” There was a moment’s pause. Then the bard whispered, “You killed a sorcerer’s Shield?”
Fools always talk. Wise men listen. That’s what his father had always said.
The world makes of us what it will, and it doesn’t give a damn about what we want. If we’re lucky, we’ll look back from our deathbeds and find that our lives were lived for a purpose. But more often than not, all we’ll see is a long list of missed opportunities.”
“Because once a rope is unlaid, it can’t ever be strong again. I think one strong rope would do the world more good than a few weak ones.”
Peace of mind can’t be purchased with a lie,
miracles didn’t fall out of the sky every day, and when they did, they usually went unrecognized—even by the people who desperately needed them.
We can’t let our weaknesses limit our potential. We want to be defined by our strengths, not our shortcomings.”
He had to push himself as hard as he could, and then press further. He had no choice.
“Adric!” Esmir all but bellowed. “I’ve brought you two young waifs. This here is Aram Raythe, Champion-in-Training. And this is Markus Galliar, who might someday be his Warden, if the gods hate him enough.”
“Who do you want to dance with?” Calise asked again. There was nothing else to do, so he gave her a slight, defeated grin. “You.”
The song faded from his hearing, and the entire world was reduced to the feel of her touch and the smile in her eyes.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Yes. She was.
“I thought you said you didn’t know how to kiss.” “You taught me,” he whispered.
