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“The thing about history is you don’t know what the right side is till long afterwards, and by then it hardly matters.”
But here’s the sorry truth—if you really don’t want a thing, you don’t have to keep telling yourself so.
“History is not the story of battles between right and wrong, but between one man’s right and another’s. Evil is not the opposite of good. It is what we call another man’s notion of good when it differs from ours.”
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“By all means you can give me the lecture now,” she snapped. “You will tell me nothing I have not told myself. That this is a feeble sponge to soak up the rivers of misery I spilled for my own profit. That this is the pinnacle of soppy hypocrisy. A woman who made slaves of children, handing out a few lumps of coal as though it makes her a heroine.”
And it sometimes seemed folk would indulge a man’s mistakes, while they held a woman’s against her.
Lilott…”
rapacious
Her mother had always warned her a man is judged by his best moment, a woman by her worst.
“Vanity, a loud voice and a loose relationship with the truth,” whispered Zuri. “All the qualities of a successful politician.”
isn’t made of facts, not really, just stories people tell to make themselves feel better.
“Everyone likes me,”
“Hmmm.” Isern stuck out her lips, clearly sorting through the rest of her acquaintance and finding no treasure. “Hardly an army of friends, now I reckon ’em up.” Rikke cleared her throat, pointing a hopeful thumb towards herself. “Meh.” Isern scrunched up her face like she’d taken a sup of old ale and had a fear it was off. “On you I remain to be convinced.” “You said that two bloody years ago!” “And you’re shifting me in the right direction. Love easily given isn’t worth a thing, d’you see. Another few years and I might like you as much as my brothers.” She twisted in her saddle to look at
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Selest dan Heugen, meanwhile, giggled as she worked her own brand of magic on the monocled hillman. “There’s copper in these mountains of yours?” Her nose twitching as if she could smell the profits, while his gaze strayed so far it was a wonder his eye-lens didn’t drop down the front of her dress.
