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Refuse the anxiety. When you borrow trouble against what might be, you neglect the moment you have now to enjoy. The man who worries about what will next be happening to him loses this moment in dread of the next, and poisons the next with pre-judgment.”
He would never trust to luck that his luck would not desert him.
But you might consider that anarchy is but disorganized oppression.”
Why did his highest hopes always have to turn to his deepest humiliations?
“It’s a bad-luck tattoo, and I’m more than happy to drill it into you, you son of a bitch.”
He was not throwing a temper tantrum, he was trying to make you see his side of things. One doesn’t spank a child for courteously voicing an opinion. Nor does one strike a man for it.”
Chiefly that there is very little you won’t do in your ambition to control the Vestrit family.”
“I am not talking to you!” Althea flared. “You have no concept of what I am speaking of. To you Vivacia is no more than a ship, even if she speaks aloud to you. To me she is a member of my family, closer to me than a sister. She needs me to be aboard her, and I need to sail her. She would sail for me as she never will for you, with her own heart as the wind.”
“Kyle. Shut up.”
And all that idiot boy Keffria had married could do was play King of the Hill and make up ways to try out his new authority.
One did not waste snarls on such a creature. One waited until one could snap his spine with a single blow.
Sometimes it irritated him that they expected him to be so pleased to see them, as if they were the only folk he knew. Though they were, they should not have been so confident of it, as if it were impossible a wreck such as he might have made other friends.
“You’re impossible when you’re drunk.” “At least with me, it’s only when I’m drunk. You’re impossible all the time.”
he supposed that one became accustomed to beating or kicking men in chains and forgot what it was like to deal with any other type of opponent.
“It is the nature of humans that we tend to pass our pain along. As if we could get rid of it by inflicting an equal hurt on someone else.”
Althea gave the boy marks for guts, if not wisdom.
“Why don’t you haul your fat ass down there and see?”
Caolwn Festrew, of the Festrew Family of the Rain Wild Traders,
“What about all these dead men?” she shrieked after him as they strode out of her house. “Those you may keep,” Kennit replied.
She was not ashamed of her family. She would have enjoyed having them here, if only they knew how to behave properly and could dress well.
“But no! I bet you’ve always been mousy and silent and obedient. Like a cow. Shown one year and wed the next, like a fine fat cow taken to auction! One season of dancing and fun, and then married off to have babies with whatever man offered the best bargain to your parents.”
“You are a Haven,” he pointed out with quiet pride. Wintrow met his gaze. There was neither defiance nor the will to injure, but the words were clear. “I’m a Vestrit.”
“This finger will never wear a priest’s signet,” he said. To some he might have sounded drunken, but to Vivacia his voice was broken with sorrow. “Will you take it, sir? As a token of your victory?”
Something was changing inside him, an uncoiling of strength was filling him.
Wintrow knew in that instant that he would never please his father, that his father had never even desired to be pleased by him. He had only wanted to master him. And now he knew he would not.
“Somehow,” she said coldly, “you have confused profitable and not profitable with right and wrong. I, however, have not.”
“Brashen wants you.
He tried to look irritable and not anxious
He named not just the girl but the whole realm of sensation she had wakened in him.
No more after this last time.”
Sometimes he spoke of it, late at night, saying he feared we would destroy ourselves and our world, just as the Elder folk did.”
I’d have cut off both my hands instead of your leg, if that would have saved you.”
His ignorance is a fortress he has built himself and defended savagely.”
“What needs to be done is feed you to a serpent so I can have a measure of peace in my life again.
“Well. I am glad that the loss of my leg proved entertaining for so many.”
“Why they love you is beyond me. I would tell you that I would rejoice in your downfall the day they find you out, save that is also the day their hearts will break.
“When have I ever known anything else than to be a ‘thing,’ a possession?” Her eyes blazed. “How dare you throw such things up to me!”
“I never put my mark upon your face, but your family spent three generations putting your mark upon my soul. Yes, soul! This ‘thing’ dares to claim one!”

