More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
You have to learn to love the small things in life, like a hot bath.
was like staring at a whitewashed wall, but without all the emotion.
Logen shrugged. Hard words are for fools and cowards. Calder might have been both, but Logen was neither. If you mean to kill, you’re better getting right to it than talking about it. Talk only makes the other man ready, and that’s the last thing you want. So Logen said nothing. Calder could take that for weakness if he pleased, and so much the better. Fights might find Logen depressingly often, but he was long, long past looking for them.
‘Calming to the mind, invigorating to the body. There are few ills a good cup of tea won’t help with.’ Logen pressed a lump of chagga into the bowl of his pipe. ‘How about an axe in the head?’ ‘That’s one of them,’
It’s been a while since my ambitions went beyond getting through each day alive.’
‘Life – the way it really is – is a battle not between good and bad, but between bad and worse’
Accusations of treason are like illnesses – you can catch them just by being in the same room!
the conversation of the drunk is only interesting to the drunk.
A friendship between a man and a woman was what you called it when one had been pursuing the other for a long time, and had never got anywhere.
Sounded like things had changed while they were gone, and he’d never yet seen a change for the better.
As commander of a battalion his trade had been to fight the enemy with steel. As a staff officer, it seemed, his role was to fight his own side with paper, more secretary than soldier. He felt like a man trying to push a huge stone up a hill. Straining and straining, getting nowhere, but unable to stop pushing in case the rock should fall and crush him. Meanwhile, arrogant bastards who were in just the same danger lazed on the slopes beside him saying, ‘Well, it’s not my rock.’
