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The Dogman looked out at the wet valley, at all them dead men,
She hated fine-looking people even more than ugly ones. Beauty was never to be trusted.
He was a devil wearing a cow’s skin, and she was not fooled.
“It’s a sad fact, but pain only makes you sorry for yourself.”
ain’t Crummock-i-Phail’s standard, is it?” “Nah!
That mad bastard’ll still be up there in the mountains somewhere, calling to the moon and all the rest.”
You get what you give, in the long run, and manners cost nothing. From now on, he would think of others first. He would treat everyone as if they were his equal.
Silence, then. Silence was dull, but it was honest.
“Every shadow’s cast by something,”
People only believe what they want to. Idiots, anyway.
“Every man has, somewhere in the world, an adversary cleverer than himself.” Bayaz stretched out his legs in front of him. “Could it be, Master Ninefingers, that you have finally found yours?”
he was too angry? It was so unfair he almost choked on his rage.
Exactly, numbnuts.
Always the way, after a battle. Only the ground wins.
