R. Scott Bakker Quote
He struck his own fire, listened to the night wind roar through the trees. Sometimes, when he could see it, he stared at the Conriyan encampment and counted fires like an idiot child. „Always number your foemen, his father had once told him, „by the glitter of their fires. Sometimes he gazed at the stars and wondered if they too were his enemies.
R. Scott Bakker
He struck his own fire, listened to the night wind roar through the trees. Sometimes, when he could see it, he stared at the Conriyan encampment and counted fires like an idiot child. „Always number your foemen, his father had once told him, „by the glitter of their fires. Sometimes he gazed at the stars and wondered if they too were his enemies.
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