Jaeth's Eye Quotes

“Some memories come at you like a wave. You're not quite sure when the swell starts, but you know before it hits how it all ends; that after the rise and fall you will still be engulfed by the sea.”
― K.S. Villoso, Jaeth's Eye

“The true story, as always, is in the details.”
― K.S. Villoso, Jaeth's Eye

“Ancient oak, actually, is what the boy used to call her, back when he was still a boy. Like all men, he had aged too fast. She still remembers long, summer nights back in Hafod, when she would bake bread with the windows open while he would take his crutches to read his books on the kitchen table. He used to tell her how much he loved her bread, that he thinks it is the most wonderful thing in the world. He was always a flatterer, that one.”
― K.S. Villoso, Jaeth's Eye

“Everything is cursed in one form or another,” Enosh said, snorting. He didn’t even glance up. “The mages of Enji have kept invaders at bay for centuries by inventing these stories. I walked barefoot around the lake when we first arrived. You don’t see eyes growing out of my legs.”

“Well,” Kefier said. “Not yet.”
― K.S. Villoso, Jaeth's Eye

“Do mages land on their feet, like cats? Because I swear to Sakku if you don’t shut up and leave right now I’m going to push you through that window.” The tone of her voice must have got to him, then, because he finally got up. He sulked along the wall for a few moments, hoping perhaps that she would change her mind, which made her start thinking that strangling was so unsophisticated; it was probably easier to cut him with a knife and drop all the bits in the lake for the fish to feed on.”
― K.S. Villoso, Jaeth's Eye

“Had it been earlier that night, he would've said no. He might have even toyed with her a little, made her see how utterly useless her struggle against his wishes were. Now, though—now, the moon seemed more red than yellow, and he was so very tired. And also, she did not look bad in the dark and did not appear to have the least idea what she was offering in exchange for a silly little boy.”
― K.S. Villoso, Jaeth's Eye

“I still see his blood in my hands every time I close my eyes. It made me sick, sinking that knife. I couldn’t stop thinking about him, if he had a family, what he did for a living. I wanted to say I was sorry. I was doing this for my family, too. Someday when you get older you might ask me if there were other options, and why I didn’t take them. And I’ll tell you, it’s because I couldn’t risk it. I couldn’t risk your lives against my pride.”
― K.S. Villoso, Jaeth's Eye

“He tried to remember what his mother's hair smelled like, realized he couldn't. He couldn't even remember her face. He could still hear the laughter in the courtyard, could still remember the timbre in Aldeti's viol and the way the candles flickered each time he kissed them good-night. One never forgets the taste of water or the smell of air. But water and air...is only water and air. He could remember the feel of his infant child in his arms twelve years ago, but could he hold on to everything for the rest of his life? They were all irrevocably behind him, now.”
― K.S. Villoso, Jaeth's Eye