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"Дуже подобається, класне таке класичне фентезі про професійних злодіїв в класичному фентезі світі з ельфами, дворфами, богами та магією, яку простий люд може не побачити за все своє життя і вважати вигадкою" — Oct 05, 2025 07:18AM
"Дуже подобається, класне таке класичне фентезі про професійних злодіїв в класичному фентезі світі з ельфами, дворфами, богами та магією, яку простий люд може не побачити за все своє життя і вважати вигадкою" — Oct 05, 2025 07:18AM
“Somehow, we'll find it. The balance between whom we wish to be and whom we need to be. But for now, we simply have to be satisfied with who we are.”
― The Hero of Ages
― The Hero of Ages
“Ah, the outdoors,' Shallan said. 'I visited that mythical place once.”
― The Way of Kings
― The Way of Kings
“Then suddenly he beheld his sister Éowyn as she lay, and he knew her. He stood a moment as a man who is pierced in the midst of a cry by an arrow through the heart; and then his face went deathly white; and a cold fury rose in him, so that all speech failed him for a while. A fey mood took him.
'Éowyn, Éowyn!' he cried at last: 'Éowyn, how come you here? What madness or devilry is this? Death, death, death! Death take us all!'
Then without taking counsel or waiting for the approach of the men of the City, he spurred headlong back to the front of the great host, and blew
a horn, and cried aloud for the onset. Over the field rang his clear voice calling: 'Death! Ride, ride to ruin and the world's ending!'
And with that the host began to move. But the Rohirrim sang no more.
Death they cried with one voice loud and terrible, and gathering speed like
a great tide their battle swept about their fallen king and passed, roaring
away southwards.”
―
'Éowyn, Éowyn!' he cried at last: 'Éowyn, how come you here? What madness or devilry is this? Death, death, death! Death take us all!'
Then without taking counsel or waiting for the approach of the men of the City, he spurred headlong back to the front of the great host, and blew
a horn, and cried aloud for the onset. Over the field rang his clear voice calling: 'Death! Ride, ride to ruin and the world's ending!'
And with that the host began to move. But the Rohirrim sang no more.
Death they cried with one voice loud and terrible, and gathering speed like
a great tide their battle swept about their fallen king and passed, roaring
away southwards.”
―
“The purpose of a storyteller is not to tell you how to think, but to give you questions to think upon.”
― The Way of Kings
― The Way of Kings
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