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I didn't even try to keep myself clean this time: I carried the tray up to the library defiantly bespattered with egg and bacon-grease and splotches of tea, my hair in snarls, looking like some sort of mad noblewoman who'd run off to the woods from a ball.

Ha, this girl is so endearing.

Perfect ending ... but ...
now it's oooovvverrr

Why am I reading this on the day it comes out when the next/final book won't be out until 2017? Why am I doing this to myself ... whhhyyy

I don't know what to read next -___- #halp

The most unbelievable thing in this whole series is that there's a female Pope.

Hurt spreads and grows and reaches out to break what's good. Time heals all wounds, but often it's only by the application of the grave, and while we live some hurts live with us, burning, making us twist and turn to escape them. And as we twist, we turn into other men.

That moment when Jorg lops of the head of a companion and you have to stop and reread the last few paragraphs to determine if that's exactly what you read.

I was going to say that this is a huge step back for Jorg, but then I remembered this part is set 5 years ago. So, yeah, makes sense.

It was really practical at least.

Dreams took me before Makin could find an answer. Katherine walked them, the dead child in her arms and accusations on her lips.

You sure it's not a Botchling?

We're built of contradictions, all of us. It's those opposing forces that give us strength, like an arch, each block pressing the next. Give me a man whose parts are all aligned in agreement and I'll show you madness. We walk a narrow path, insanity to each side. A man without contradictions to balance him will soon veer off.

Let people pray to God, it's nothing to me. Some good may even come of it, if goodness is something that matters to you. Trap him in churches if you must, and lament him there. But Roma? Roma is a weapon used against us. A poison flavored sweet and given to hungry men.

Uhhh ... probably not good for me that I agree with a psychopath.

And that exhausts my insights into the kicking of severed heads.

That ... is not a sentence I thought I'd ever read.

"Do I have to be a monster? Do I have to be a new Queen of Red to—"

This pretty much never happens but I'm feeling the urge to spoil this for myself and read the synopsis for the next series because of the quote above. Resisting ... Resisting ...

Argh, this is almost painful, especially since I won't get to that series until I read the next book!

She crosses her own chest, a protection quickly sketched. "There's evil in you, Jorg," she says.
"Perhaps," I say. "There's evil in a lot of men. Women too. Maybe I just wear it more plainly."

The time you find that your mother cannot keep you safe, that your tutor makes a mistake, that the wrong path must be taken because the grown-ups lack the strength to take the right one...each of those moments is the theft of your childhood, each of them a blow that kills some part of the child you were, leaving another part of the man exposed, a new creature, tougher but tempered with bitterness and disappointment.

"When they bury me my son will have to buy the longboat and have it sailed and carted from Osheim."

I could've sworn that was the name of town on the Skellige Isles in Witcher 3. Closest I found was Trottheim though. The few people introduced definitely feel like they'd be at home in Skellige, for sure.

Brother Maical's wisdom lies in knowing he is not clever and letting himself be led. The foolishness of mankind is that we do not do the same.

You know, reading this series I feel like it's a great commentary on the ebook vs. physical copies of books. Like so:

All war is deception, Sun Tzu tells me on pages yellow as jaundice, dry as sand.

Apparently "real" books will be around for thousands of years!

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*I'm reading this on a Kindle, btw"

Jorg's father REALLY needs to die now.

When a game cannot be won, change the game. I read that in the book of Kirk.

Finally something more modern is referenced! I was beginning to think that the last century was a wash as far as any cultural impact is concerned.

In the heat of Drane's kitchen I remember a single bead of sweat and the slow roll of it, down her neck, along the tendon, across her throat. I've killed men and forgotten them. Mislaid the act of taking a life. But that drop of sweat is a diamond in my mind's eye.

"A penny for them," Makin said.
I snapped my head up with a start, almost tripping. "My thoughts are worth less than that today." I had been a foolish child.
Sometimes I wished I could cut away old memories and let the wind take them. If a sharp knife could pare away the weakness of those days, I would slice until nothing but the hard lessons remained.

So now Jorg has a child-bride. That will surely end well for her.

So this guy is definitely evil and a huge dick, but I can't say I'm not fascinated by the story.

Thorne blinked at her, then down at the sewage he could make out in the darkness. [...]
Spinning away, she gobbled down another rank breath and lowered herself into the muck. Something smooshed between her toes.

I apparently hate myself.

Giving this series another shot!

Argh. Another new character???
No.
Stahp.

Saint John leaned against a tree, peeling a fig with a small knife, enjoying the sensation of the blade sliding just beneath the skin of the fruit. He wondered, not for the first time, if fruit could feel pain. If it could scream. Even a small fig would taste so much better if that were the case.

Ok, so this is hilarious. If you like Yotsuba& or Azumanga Daioh you need to read this.

I'm gonna be really sad when this is over.