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Why is it forbidden to write down specific knowledge of the magics? Perhaps because we all fear that such knowledge would fall into the hands of one not worthy to use it.
Who am I to set my will against the wisdom of those who have gone before me?
Real question
Molly was that most cherished of items:
This line is crazyyyyy
“The fight isn’t over until you win it, Fitz. That’s all you have to remember. No matter what the other man thinks. Or the horse.”
“Not crazy, Fitz. Just ruthless. Regal is that.
Regal is peak brat energy he is bumpin that
Many songs, rich in metaphor, tell how the Elderlings descended, like “storms,” like “tidal waves,” like “vengeance gone gold,” and “wrath embodied in flesh of stone” to drive the Raiders away from our shores.
“Justice. There’s a thing we shall ever thirst after, and ever be parched.
PERIODT
Was his life a foreshadowing of what mine was to be?
As for myself, the anguish I had felt at believing she had blithely left me for another was but a scratch compared with the bleeding now at knowing she thought I had deceived her.
He probably believed he had made peace between us.
ascetic
Vocab word
All of the brandy in Bearns could not have defeated the chill his words sent through me.
had meant to lose her. And done so handily.
Regal speaking to Molly. Regal knowing her well enough to know of her candlemaking. Everything inside me clenched with foreboding.
When was the last time I had heard from Shrewd? Or Chade. Even the Fool mocked me. What was I, anymore, to anyone, except a tool? Was there anyone left who cared for me, myself? Suddenly I could no longer abide my own company. I set down the scroll I had picked up and left my room.
full time student also doing research type shit
“History is what we do in our lives. We create it as we go along.” He smiled enigmatically. “The future is another kind of history.”
banger line
What good is a life lived as if it made no difference at all to the great life of the world? A sadder thing I cannot imagine. Why should
not a mother say to herself, if I raise this child aright, if I love and care for her, she shall live a life that brings joy to those about her, and thus I have changed the world? Why should not the farmer that plants a seed say to his neighbor, this seed I plant today will feed someone, and that is how I change the world today?”
Philosophy + 100
One Farseer, with no name at all. Unnamed in any history, past or future. But I have seen you take a name, FitzChivalry Farseer. And
She wore a wreath of holly atop the tumble of her hair. That was all. And she stood against the door, wanting me to look at her.
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Verity nodded slowly. “And he is mine.”
Literal chills
resolved to find a way to tell her. But not right away. A time would come, I promised myself, a time when I could explain
Noooooo this is gonna blow up in ur face
There it was an accursed ship, where the souls of drowned sailors unworthy of the sea would work forever for a merciless master. I was forced to set aside all mention of it or be thought mad.
“Men of passion and vision are often seen as mad,” she
Bring her to me. Now, at once!
Hes such a green flag
“white ship” is spoken of, a ship that comes to separate souls. Not to take them, or destroy them: to separate them.
Kettricken, seated beside him, was near colorless save for two spots of pink on her cheeks. She did not seem to be eating much, and seemed graver and more silent than usual. Prince Regal, in contrast, was both social and merry.
The quick ways they turned their heads to observe everyone at the table reminded me of hawks on a wrist.
HELPP
“Well,” she asked me, looking at me levelly. “It’s true. To me. If you were my husband and I had our child, that’s how important it would be to me. More important than the whole rest of the world.”
Amen
The general wasting of his body, the sour edge of his sweat, the yellow in the whites of his eyes: these were the least things I should have seen.
King Shrewd shifted in the shadows of his bed. “It reminds me of my younger days,” he said hoarsely. “Once I could sit a horse and hold a sword. When a man loses that—well, once that is gone, he has actually lost far more than that. But your horse was all right?”
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yasss girl clocked him
Molly was gone. She wasn’t coming back.
What she could not leave behind was what I had done to her belief in herself. That she must carry with her forever, a belief that she had been tricked and used by a selfish lying boy who lacked even the courage to fight for her.
Let FitzChivalry Cook
Can desolation be a source of courage? Or was it merely recklessness and a desire for self-destruction?
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“And the only thing I shall get is more tired.” There was a strange lucidity in his eyes. The boy King I had touched briefly when we Skilled together looked out at me from that pain-racked body. “My body fails me. My son has become a serpent. Regal knows his brother lives. He knows the crown he wears is not rightfully his. I did not think he would…I thought at the last, he would think better….” Tears welled in his ancient eyes. I had thought to save my king from a disloyal Prince. I should have known there was no saving a father from the betrayal of a son. He reached a hand toward me, a hand
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this is honestly one of the saddest parts of this series how regal could do this against his own father is sickening
Son of my son, blood of my blood. In my own way, I have loved you. My king. My young assassin. What have I made of you? How have I twisted my own flesh? You do not know how young you still are. Chivalry’s son, it is not too late to grow straight again. Lift up your head. See beyond all this.
words of wisdom
Did he think, having killed my king, that anything in the world could stand between me and him?
“Shrewd!” I cried in fury. “King Shrewd has fallen to treachery this night!”
all the cruel jests fate had recently played on me, I decided that awakening was the cruelest.
Me waking up for a morning class
will know how he died, and at whose hand,” Brawndy of Bearns told him. “Your man Wallace said FitzChivalry killed the King.
You, King-in-Waiting Regal, agreed, saying he used the Wit to do it. Many of us believe that FitzChivalry was singularly devoted to his king and would not do such a thing. And FitzChivalry said the Skill users did.” For the first time Duke Brawndy looked directly at me. I met his eyes and spoke to him as if we were alone.
You have accused FitzChivalry, son of Chivalry, of using the Wit, the Beast magic, to slay King Shrewd.
Ironically, his own desire to vilify me was what was staving off my execution.
yuh bc he is a dumb bitch
Come, hunt with me, the invitation whispers in my heart. Leave the pain behind and let your life be your own again. There is a place where all time is now, and the choices are simple and always your own. Wolves have no Kings.
Banger ending
