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August 29, 2024
The Golden General, the Lion of Roknar.
Roya Fonsa’s
had died untimely at the age of thirty, destroyed by aging Roya Fonsa in a work of death magic, during a night of towering self-immolation.
The rite that killed both leaders had saved Chalion from the Roknari threat, but also spilled the curse that would haunt Fonsa’s heirs
All those pregnancies
“I was thinking about what Catti’s demon said. She is coming, it cried,
“But were these losses all of Jokona’s sorcerers, or two of many?
Haha
the Bastard’s
The kiss was clearly something else, some other gift or burden.”
“I face a three-way knot. Two parts may be loosed together;
It would be bad enough to complete his death, and lose him to his god. It would be worse to secure his damnation, and lose him to nothingness.”
Choice is the trial of all who are trapped in time; and that choice is the last one time imposes.
“I asked Him what the gods, having taken Teidez, could give me that I would trade spit for. He answered, Work.
Ch. 11 p. 188
Haha simile
Bastard.
prayer or expletive,
Haha
“It seems you are made saint again, will or nil.”
LADY CATTILARA,
Arhys
Foix
Learned dy Cabon,
one of Arhys’s senior officers
“Rest will bring no cure for what he has,” said Ista.
Oh yes it will - ultimate rest.
Haha stupid woman
Sordso the Sot
Umerue,
He sounds quite a reformed soul. Not to mention energized,
Haha
His poetry was not bad; it would be a shame to lose it.”
LISS
Ista
Haha- she a horse’s mane of hair to brush.
Lord Arhys
Jokonan tailpiece
“Cattilara
She does not, I think, perceive the wasting effect of this delay upon you, being blinded by the surfaces of things.
“Damnation,”
You are cut off from the nourishment of matter, but blocked from the sustenance of your god.
Silence was always my portion, in return for my prayers.
ghosts,
Haha
Haha
“One learns better than to hand one’s choices to fear. With age, with every wound and scar, one learns.” “Then I ask the truth of you now, as my bier gift. More desirable to me than flowers.”
“This will be but the third time in my life to make this confession.”
A living saint, an honest divine, the dead man’s dead son . . . so.”
Ias’s father, Roya Fonsa,
slew his enemy by a rite of death magic, giving up his own life in the balance.”
“Ias the Unlucky. Orico the Impotent.
he shared the knowledge with Arvol dy Lutez, his companion from boyhood, marshal, chancellor, right arm.
