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The Great Bazaar and Other Stories (Demon Cycle, #1.6) The Great Bazaar and Other Stories by Peter V. Brett
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“Hurting with words is easy," Mairy replied, echoing Leesha's earlier statement, "it's healing with them what's hard.”
Peter V. Brett, The Great Bazaar and Other Stories
“Every day away from succor was another night spent outside with the corelings, and not even Arlen took that lightly, but he had a deep and driving need to see things that no other man had seen, to go places no other man had gone. He had been eleven when he ran away from home. Now he was twenty, and had seen more of the world than any but a handful of other men.”
Peter V. Brett, The Great Bazaar and Other Stories
A fool's a man who knows better and does the thing anyway, his father's voice said.”
Peter V. Brett, The Great Bazaar and Other Stories
One of these days, your luck won't hold, his father's voice reminded him.
Maybe, he thought back to it, but not today.
Peter V. Brett, The Great Bazaar and Other Stories
“As he watched the creatures that had stolen his world for another night, Arlen dreamed of bringing those wards back. He dreamed of traveling beyond Tibbet's Brook, and resolved that he would leave one day, even if it meant spending a night outside.
With the demons.”
Peter V. Brett, The Great Bazaar and Other Stories
“He slowed down when the house was in sight, despite the cries of his parents, despite the terror in their voices. This was the time of day he felt most alive. He watched the sun dip in the sky, eclipsed by the turning of the world beneath him. Shadows began to lengthen. He waited until the last minute, and then ran to his house as fast as he could, the exhilarating tingle of fear sweeping over him, making his heart pound and his hands shake. Air tasted better in those few seconds, his body alive with sensation. No sight was more beautiful than the reds and oranges of dusk, no sound more exciting than his parents' warnings. He tumbled over the threshold, careful not to disturb the wards, and turned to watch the corelings rise.”
Peter V. Brett, The Great Bazaar and Other Stories