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You have to learn to love the small things in life, like a hot bath. You have to love the small things, when you’ve nothing else.
You have to learn to love the small things in life, like dry boots. You have to love the small things, when you’ve nothing else.
Every man has his excuses, and the more vile the man becomes, the more touching the story has to be. What is my story now, I wonder?
‘All my life I’ve sought to know things. What’s on the other side of the mountains? What are my enemies thinking? What weapons will they use against me? What friends can I trust?’ Logen shrugged. ‘Knowledge may be the root of power, but each new thing I’ve learned has left me worse off.’
‘Whatever it is you want from me I will try to do, but I don’t want to know until it’s time. I’m sick of making my own decisions. They’re never the right ones. Ignorance is the sweetest medicine, my father used to say. I don’t want to know.’
Captain Jezal dan Luthar, in love, and with a girl whose station in life was so far beneath his own. What a ridiculous idea! What an absurd notion! What a joke! ‘Oh shit.’ Jezal put his head in his hands.
He remembered, but the memories were weak now, colourless, faded. The memories of another man. A dead man. My life began in Gurkhul, in the Emperor’s prisons. The memories since then are much more real. Stretched out in bed like a corpse after I came back, in the darkness, waiting for friends who never came.
His leg hurt and he smiled. Pain was the fuel that made the fires burn.
Something dug into the Bloody-Nine’s back, but there was no pain. It was a sign. A message in a secret tongue, that only he could understand. It told him where the next dead man was standing.
