Eaters of the Dead

by Michael Crichton

I saw in the sky shimmering pale lights, of green and yellow and sometimes blue, which hung as a curtain in the high air.

A man should be moderately wise, but not overwise, lest he know his fate in advance. The man whose mind is most free of care does not know his fate in advance.”

The North country is cold and wet and the sun is seldom seen, for the sky is gray with thick clouds all the day.

“wendol,”

“Animals die, friends die, and I shall die, but one thing never dies, and that is the reputation we leave behind at our death.”

“No man is so good as to be free from all evil, nor so bad as to be worth nothing.

‘A man should never move a step from his weapons.’

Buliwyf held the arm of one of the mist monsters, cut off at the shoulder by the great sword Runding.

Any man who dies in his sleep is said by them to be strangled by the maran, or mare of the night. This creature is a woman, which makes such a death shameful, for to die at the hands of a woman is degrading above all things.

Korgon?”

“The glowworm dragon, which swoops down through the air.”

the hair is fine and easily snarled.

First, that the peoples of a particular land believe their customs to be fitting and proper and better than any other. Second, that any stranger, a man or also a woman, is accounted inferior in all ways save in the matter of generation.

If a warrior is wounded in the abdomen, they feed him a soup of onions and herbs; then the women smell about his wounds, and if they smell onions, they say, “He has the soup illness,” and they know he shall die.

“A wolf that lies in its lair never gets meat, or a sleeping man victory.”

“Praise not the day until evening has come; a woman until she is burnt; a sword until it is tried; a maiden until she is married; ice until it has been crossed; beer until it has been drunk.”