The Stone of Farewell (Memory, Sorrow, and Thorn, #2)

by Tad Williams

no one ever knows what will come to them—“don’t build on expectation,”

The night seemed suddenly colder and emptier, full of the world’s heedless cruelty.

Are you not yet used to dying with your questions unanswered?”

she knew that life was but a long struggle against disorder,

First mourned and last forgotten . . .”

She blinked slowly, as an owl blinks when it catches sight of something small and helpless.

seen the very light and color sucked out of your world until nothing remains but juiceless memories.”