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Suffice to say that we mended our quarrels as well as we could in the short time we had left together. But a mended pot is never as sound as a whole one, and I returned to the ship as lonely as if I had had no time at all with her.
baneleaf
Mirthweed.
windbower plants
What I sensed from her was not despair, but containment: a fierce resolve that we would not lose what we had now to what we could not have tomorrow. I did not deserve the devotion of such a faithful heart.
catmint
balsam,
“are stipple-leaf. Very bitter. Some say they will prevent a woman conceiving. They don’t. At least, not dependably. But if a woman eats them for too long, she can become ill from them.” She paused as if considering. “Perhaps, if a woman is sick, she does not conceive as easily. But I would not recommend them to anyone, least of all anyone I cared about.” I found my tongue, sought a casual air. “Why do you dry them, then?” “An infusion of them, gargled, will help a sore throat. So Molly Chandler told me, when I found her gathering them in the women’s garden.”
“Too much on my mind. Too many directions to think in all at once. I sometimes feel that if I had time to focus my mind on just one problem, I could solve it. And then go on to solve the others.” “Every man believes that. It isn’t so. Slay the ones you can as they come to hand, and after a while you get used to the ones you can do nothing about.”
pecksies
honeywood and mountainsweet on
mountainsweet
merrybud
elderberry
‘The man who must brag for himself knows that no one else will.’
“Devil’s-club root?
“Chickweed and plantain leaves. Simmered in oil, then worked with beeswax into a salve.”
“Mountain ash berry makes an excellent wash for such an injury,”
“I have heard of that. But this warmed root will do much to draw the infection from the wound. Another good wash for proud flesh such as this is raspberry leaf and slippery elm. Or as a poultice.”
alders
The five Red-Ships were still drawn up on the beach. The boats of Neatbay, mostly small fishing vessels, were a burned and scuttled wreckage spread along the beach. The tides had played with them since the Raiders had destroyed them. Blackened buildings and smoldering wreckage fanned out from where they had landed, marking their path like a spreading contagion.
They’ve cut through the town like a hot knife through butter: I doubt there was much of an effort to defend it, it’s not really defensible.
Let them scuttle about like crabs in a pot.”
Then from somewhere, like a feather floating in a breeze, or a mote dancing in a sunbeam, came Verity’s voice telling me, “Being open is simply not being closed.”
It was possible to be homesick for a time, and to be lonely for the only other person who could recall it.
No man is so dangerous as the man who cannot decide what he fears.
Such packs men make, he observed to me after a while. How can you hunt together when you cannot all run in the same direction?
I’ve missed your dreams at night. They are not my dreams. They are my life. You are welcome to them, so long as Heart of the Pack does not get angry with us. Life shared is better. A pause. You would rather have shared the female’s life. It is my weakness to want too much. He blinked his deep eyes. You love too many. My life is much simpler. He loved only me. That is true. The only real difficulty I have is knowing that you will never trust that is so.
the root we call livelong grows only in the Mountains.
Carryme. A Mountain herb. A powerful painkiller and sedative, sometimes used to mercifully extinguish life.
The exercise for centering oneself is a simple one. Stop thinking of what you intend to do. Stop thinking of what you have just done. Then, stop thinking that you have stopped thinking of those things. Then you will find the Now, the time that stretches eternal, and is really the only time there is. Then, in that place, you will finally have time to be yourself.
We did not kill what we could not eat, and we did not eat what we could not kill.
For wolves, as for dogs, life is a briefer thing than for men, if you measure it by counting days and how many turns of a season one sees. But in two years, a cub wolf does all a man does in a score. He comes to the full of his strength and size, he learns all that is needful for him to be a hunter or a mate or a leader. The candle of his life burns briefer and brighter than a man’s. In a decade of years, he does all that a man does in five or six times that many. A year passes for a wolf as a decade does for a man. Time is no miser when one lives always in the now.
Wizards of the Coast, Titan Publishing, Dynamite Comics, Valve Corporation, and Fantasy Flight Games.
La Dernière Terre
