The Orphans of Raspay Quotes

“Beloved, god-touched, great-souled… a saint, even?  The true sort, who moved through the world as silently as fishes, unnoticed by carnal eyes that focused only on outward domination and display.  Never on a small woman in a small town, being kind.  Soul by soul.”
― Lois McMaster Bujold, The Orphans of Raspay

“Just once, Pen thought glumly, he’d like to get an answer to prayers, instead of being delivered as one.”
― Lois McMaster Bujold, The Orphans of Raspay

“Fear is easy.  Joy is hard, said Des. Mm.”
― Lois McMaster Bujold, The Orphans of Raspay

“A doctrinal point Pen had constantly to explain to people trying to pray for good weather or no earthquakes, who never listened, he’d finally decided, because they didn’t want it to be so.  The gods did not control the weather.  Or the world.  Or souls. But death, oh, they own that.”
― Lois McMaster Bujold, The Orphans of Raspay

“The gods, Pen was reminded yet again, didn’t value people by the same measures people did.  The great-souled and the great saints weren’t found only among great men, or even very often so.  Of course, the humble were more numerous to start with.  Would it be possible to do some sort of holy head-count, and determine if blessedness was evenly distributed?  Maybe not; the high were much better recorded than the low.  Maybe no merely human eyes were fit to see why the god had so valued this daughter of His.”
― Lois McMaster Bujold, The Orphans of Raspay

“Pen stared around the disrupted harbor. "I'll ... return."
"You'd better," said Seuka, with determination.
Pen swung up onto the coarse rope weave and flashed a grin over his shoulder. "I thought I was the evil sorcerer."
Lencia shot back, "Yes, but you're our evil sorcerer.”
― Lois McMaster Bujold, The Orphans of Raspay

“Beloved, god-touched, great-souled… a saint, even?  The true sort, who moved through the world as silently as fishes, unnoticed by carnal eyes that focused only on outward domination and display.  Never on a small woman in a small town, being kind.  Soul by soul. And”
― Lois McMaster Bujold, The Orphans of Raspay

“We can stop at the Vilnoc temple and pray for him, if you like.” Lencia looked down at her sandals, up at Penric.  “Does it help?” “For a certainty… only at the very end of all journeys,”
― Lois McMaster Bujold, The Orphans of Raspay

“Some poetic epics extolled heroism in warriors; Adelis the actual soldier put his faith in logistics,”
― Lois McMaster Bujold, The Orphans of Raspay

“The sickening crunch threw Penric out of his coffin-sized bunk and onto the deck of his scarcely larger cabin, and from deep sleep into frantically confused consciousness in the same moment.”
― Lois McMaster Bujold, The Orphans of Raspay