Ship of Destiny (Liveship Traders, #3)

by Robin Hobb

If the divine is also female, and the female also divine, then she understands that woman is more than mother, more than daughter, more than wife. Those are the facets of a full life, but no single facet defines the jewel.”

oh, robin hobb you have my heart.

Ronica gave a snort of contempt. She rose slowly to her feet, her knees cracking as she stood. “I have eyes and ears of my own. And this city is my city, and I know it better than you ever could.”

BADDIE

Then she laughed aloud, and said, ‘I’m a prophet. I’ve been sent to save the world.’ “

screaming every time

They flew over, like jewels winking in the sun. Buckkeep mustered them against the Outislanders.” “That old tale,” someone muttered, and Sparse glowered at him.

oh fitzy.

“Danger cups us under its hand, and we can do nothing but stand witness to the turning of the world. Here we walk on the balancing line between futures. Humanity always believes it decides the fate of the whole world, and so it does, but never in the moment that it thinks it does. The future of thousands ripples like a serpent through the water, and the destiny of a ship becomes the destination of the world.”

“You loved him, didn’t you?” “Of course I did. Now stop asking about it.”

Fitz!!!

asked Amber, “Are you going to fix his nose?” “There is nothing wrong with his nose,” Amber asserted warningly. “Mm.” Brashen considered the crooked line of it. “Well, I suppose a sailor should have a scar or two to his face. And a broken nose gives him a very determined look. Why the axe?”

Fitz!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“Humans live such short lives. I believe they have little impact on the world. So Wintrow will not be a priest. It is probably no more significant than if a man who was meant to be a king became a philosophical recluse instead.”

😭😭😭

“Take comfort in this, Amber. You are only one small, short-lived creature. You’d have to be a fool to think you could change the course of the whole world.” She was silent until she broke out in a shaky laugh. “Oh, Paragon, in that you are more right than you know, my friend.” “Be content with your own life, my friend, and live it well. Let others decide for themselves what path they will follow.” She frowned up at him. “Even when you see, with absolute clarity, that it is wrong for them? That they hurt themselves?” “Perhaps people have a right to their pain,” he hazarded. Reluctantly he added, “Perhaps they even need it.”