Fool's Fate (Tawny Man, #3)

by Robin Hobb

When I show myself in a different light, I do not make a pretense. Rather I bare a different aspect to the world than they have seen before.

It was more intimate than a kiss and deeper than a knife thrust, beyond a Skill-link and beyond sexual coupling, even beyond my Wit-bond with Nighteyes. It was not a sharing, it was a becoming.

Name it as you will, claim it as you will, the world does not belong to men. Men belong to the world. You will not own the earth that eventually your body will become, nor will it recall the name it once answered to.”

“There are other types of neglect and deprivation. To deny what unfolds inside someone, to forbid the magic that comes unbidden, to impose ignorance in a way that invites danger, to say to a child, ‘You must not be what you are.’ That is wrong.”

Is there anything more chilling than looking at a righteous fifteen-year-old and realizing he has the power to unravel your entire life?

Some ties cannot be severed by a word. Some ties simply are. Such ties are what bind the world and time together.”

All of life, I wanted to tell him, is in our minds. Where else does it take place, where else do we add up what it means to us and subtract what we have lost? An event is just an event until some person attaches meaning to it.

“Fitz, home is people. Not a place. If you go back there after the people are gone, then all you can see is what is not there anymore.”

Maybe you have to keep your pain and loss to know that you can survive whatever life deals you. Perhaps without putting your pain in its place in your life, you become something of a coward.”

“I don’t think that’s wise. Go away,” she said, and began to shut the door, but Chivalry caught the edge of it, asking her, “Who is it?” and then, in an aside to me, “Don’t mind her, sir. Dress of a lady and manners of a fishwife.”

I about died laughing

It infected the crowd with a wave of both sentiment and amorousness that made that evening’s festivities a night long and fondly remembered by many.

So what you're saying is...LOL

I think you will find much there to your liking. I have heard that the cattle of Chalced are easily twice the size of what we raise here, and so fat that the meat catches fire if you try to cook it over an open flame.

And what I know of Chalced, I know from my father’s stories of that place. I think they would profit much from a visit from hungry dragons.