The Wise Man's Fear (The Kingkiller Chronicle, #2)

by Patrick Rothfuss

Kvothe’s bright eyes flickered around the room, taking everything in. He drew a deep breath, and flashed a sudden smile, and for a brief moment looked nothing like an innkeeper at all. His eyes were sharp and bright, green as a blade of grass. “Ready?”

Wilem snorted. “That doesn’t sound suspicious at all,” he said. “And you wonder why people talk about you.” “I don’t wonder why they talk,” I said. “I wonder what they say.”

“What does the squash think it is?” she asked curiously, looking down at it. She held her hands clasped behind her back. “It knows it’s a squash,” I said. “But it’s pretending to be the setting sun.” “And the potatoes?” she asked. “They’re sleeping,” I said. “And cold, I’m afraid.” She looked up at me, her eyes gentle. “Don’t be afraid,” she said, and reached out and rested her fingers on my cheek for the space of a heartbeat, her touch lighter than the stroke of a feather. “I’m here. You’re safe.”

Truth be told, I didn’t even know her real name. Auri was just what I had come to call her, but in my heart I thought of her as my little moon Fae.

? P sure you have this word for word in book 1

Anyone can love a thing because. That’s as easy as putting a penny in your pocket. But to love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. That is rare and pure and perfect.

so stint thy clep

I suppose it should come as no surprise that I have a particular fondness for women with music running through them.

“Wow,” Elodin said after a long pause. He leveled a serious finger at the Lenatti man. “Uresh. Your next assignment is to have sex. If you do not know how to do this, see me after class.”

“We’ll all have a drink together to send ’im off proper. That’s the important thing. What happens in the church tonight is just a bunch of priestly speechifying. We know how to say good-bye better than that.”

These en’t good days to be a brave man.

Wilem shrugged. “I hadn’t any knowledge of it. But small wonder he is a Basha. He is attractive enough.” Wil hesitated, frowned. “Basha. What is a word for that here? A man who is intimate with both women and men?” “Lucky?” Denna suggested. “Tired? Ambidextrous?” “Ambisextrous,” I corrected. “That won’t do,” Denna chided me. “If we don’t have impressive-sounding names for things, no one will take us seriously.”

I simply gave her my most charming smile. I’d already told her the truth of things: I was no gentleman. I was a thief.

Unfortunately, my piece of tin was small, and I couldn’t view the scene in its full complexity, otherwise I might have learned some very interesting things.

Ask Elodin. He’s the one who claims to understand these things. I just work here.”

Clothes do not make the man, but you need the proper costume if you want to play the part.

My music has always been the best remedy for my dark moods. As I sang, even my bruises seemed to pain me less.

“Why are you smiling?” “I’m relieved,” I said honestly. “I was worried I’d given myself cadmium poisoning, or I had some mysterious disease. This is just someone trying to kill me.”

But wanting something doesn’t make it so. I took a deep breath and forced myself to think about it rationally.

They were the best sort of friends. The sort everyone hopes for but no one deserves, least of all me.

I gave a shrug that put his to shame. My shrug was so nonchalant it would make a cat jealous.

Lol okay kvothe

I gave her an odd look. “Do you know Sim very well?” “Not very,” she admitted. “I’ve seen him around.” “You’re underestimating him,” I said. “People do it all the time. Sim’s smart.” “Everyone here is smart,” Fela said. “And Sim is nice, but …” “That’s the problem,” I said. “He’s nice. He’s gentle, which people see as weak. And he’s happy, which people see as stupid.”

I thought the University would be different than the rest of the world, but it’s just like everywhere else: people cater to pompous, rude bastards like Ambrose, while the good souls like Simmon get brushed off as simpletons.”

“I never suspected you could match wits with me,” she said.

Let me say this. It was worth the whole awful, irritating time spent searching the Archives just to watch that moment happen. It was worth blood and the fear of death to see her fall in love with him. Just a little. Just the first faint breath of love, so light she probably didn’t notice it herself. It wasn’t dramatic, like some bolt of lightning with a crack of thunder following. It was more like when flint strikes steel and the spark fades almost too fast for you to see. But still, you know it’s there, down where you can’t see, kindling.

“Re’lar Kvothe,” he said seriously. “I am trying to wake your sleeping mind to the subtle language the world is whispering. I am trying to seduce you into understanding. I am trying to teach you.” He leaned forward until his face was almost touching mine. “Quit grabbing at my tits.”

Devi was waiting on the other side of the river with a heart full of rage, three drops of my blood, and an Alar like the ocean in a storm.

A wise man fears the sea in a storm

“Forget what?” “Everything,” she said, and for a moment her voice wasn’t quite as playful. “All the bad parts of my life. Who I am. It’s nice to be able to take a vacation from myself every once in a while. You help with that. You’re my safe harbor in an endless, stormy sea.”

“Pure truth,” I said. “You are my bright penny by the roadside. You are worth more than salt or the moon on a long night of walking. You are sweet wine in my mouth, a song in my throat, and laughter in my heart.”

“I love the University,” Sim said to Wilem on the other side of the fire. “Educated women are so much more attractive.”

Patrick rothfuss incel confirmed, dont pit me against other women

“I’d like to say the same,” Mola said dryly. “But I’ve never known any educated men.”

Okay my bad just needed to turn the page

“Do all the women in the world secretly know each other?” Sim asked. “Because that would explain a lot.”

Sim’s father likes to hunt, fight, drink, and wench. I suspect our gentle, bookish Sim was probably not given the love a clever son deserves.”

“I swear the only reason you study with me is so you can interrupt.”

“Ka-voth-ee.” He read slowly, then turned the envelope toward me so I could see the front. Kvothe—Anker’s Inn. University. (Two miles west of Imre.) Belenay-Barren Central Commonwealth. It was Denna’s handwriting. “It’s Kvothe, actually,” I said absentmindedly. “The ‘e’ is silent.”

The way this should have happened within the first 10 pages of book 1

He started to go, then turned back. “Out of curiosity,” he asked. “Would you have paid two hard pennies to get it?” “Probably,” I admitted. “Kist,” he swore, then headed back outside, the door banging behind him.

“Honestly, Master Kilvin. I’d prefer to sell them more cheaply than that.” He raised an eyebrow. “They will pay it,” he reassured me. “I have seen people pay more for less useful things.” I shrugged. “Twenty-five talents is a lot of money,” I said. “Safety and peace of mind shouldn’t only be available to those with heavy purses. I think eight would be a great plenty.”

“Remember: there are three things all wise men fear: the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man.”

I moved to the side of the bed and leaned close. Before he could protest my impropriety, I whispered, “Your grace, Caudicus is poisoning you.”

Suddenly im interested again

Since the money in my purse wasn’t my own, I decided to use the horse lifts.

Hilarious line of thinking

We came together easily, as if we were dancers. As if we’d practiced it a thousand times.

He scowled. “Don’t speak to me as if I were a child.” “Then act the part of a man,”

Stapes had stopped by in the middle of the night to have a private conversation with the man who was trying to kill the Maer.

He's trying to kill the maer!! I thought this when beron talked about his gold rings!!

My thoughts were not pleasant, and I preferred to be alone with them.

We were alone, and I felt myself to be the luckiest man in the world.

“In that case, I have everything I need for inspiration within easy reach.”

Denna :')

Denna smiled and my heart stepped sideways in my chest.

“For without hope what do any of us have?”

“There are no certainties in this, your grace. Only hopes. That is the best one I can give you.”

Things I knew would only frighten her away.

Kvothe you idiot

He didn’t know her as Denna, of course. He called her Alora, and so did I for the rest of the day.

This fictional character is impersonating me