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“Have you come to take me?” he asked. It was no more than a whisper.
“I’m not Death,” I told him, “though I’ve been mistaken for him often enough.”
“I thought you were, sieur. You look so kind.”

“My task was far from complete, that the New Sun would not come unless i brought it, and that in bringing it i would be responsible for the destruction it would cause as well as the renewal of Urth. Thus every common man who brings a son into the world must feel himself responsible for his womans labor and perhaps her death, and with reason fears that the world will in the end condemn him with a million tongues.”

”Yours is a race of pawns,” Tzadkiel told me. “You move forward only, unless we move you back to begin the game again. But not all the pieces on the board are pawns.”

and it seems strange that in so great a time no words have been found for the pauses in speech, which have each their own quality, as well as a certain length.