Kindle Notes & Highlights
“I’m sitting down. That’s resting.” Louko’s reply was indignant. This only prompted a scoff from Aelor Ven, followed by, “I’m going to put that on your tombstone.
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a marking that was supposed to mean age and wisdom. But Louko felt young and stupid.
Age, a quality which lent others an air of gentleness, had only endowed him with the appearance of greed.
He hated kings. He hated politics. And he was starting to think he really just didn’t like people in general.
Every word was said with a poison that held no danger.
if you die, I’m going to kill you.”
frankly you’re annoying enough to be a proper little sister, so you can’t walk out now.
Louko’s unintelligible replies were lost as he found himself gripping his brother with equal fierceness, as if a fresh glass of water had been given him after a lifetime in the desert.
It had been five days. Five days that had put eternity to shame.
A right thing can be said in the wrong way.”
being disappointed in someone isn’t the same as hating them.”
