Power does not make safe. History murders the children of weak rulers.
Piety was simple, and the World, woefully complex. What was virtuous, what was holy: these were verities that only the simple and the enslaved could know with certainty.
Here we find further argument for Gotagga’s supposition that the world is round. How else could all men stand higher than their brothers?
He saw clearly now why he so loved this species of war. On the field of battle, his every act was open to the scrutiny of others. Here, however, he stood outside scrutiny, enacted destiny from a place...
Stupid men, Conphas had found, tended to be excessively proud of their few brilliant moments.
One cannot raise walls against what has been forgotten.
Of course he could see only blackness, such was the treachery of fire, which iluminated small circles by darkening the entire world.
No decision is so fine as to not bind us to its consequences. No consequence is so unexpected as to absolve us of our decisions. Not even death.
Master, Malowebi once asked, what is the path to truth? Ah, little Malo, old Zabwiri had replied, the answer is not so difficult as you think. The trick is to learn how to pick out fools. Look for tho...
Love is lust made meaningful. Hope is hunger made human.
Kings never lie. They demand the world be mistaken. —CONRIYAN PROVERB When
It … It … It is what it is!
I am Cnaiur urs Skiötha, breaker-of-horses-and-men!,
For whatever reason, heavy drinking at once intensified and deadened the Dreams. The way they slurred into one another made them seem less immediate, more dreamlike, but the passions that accompanied...
Exhaustion has a way of parting the veils between men, not so much because the effort of censoring their words exceeds them, but because weariness is the foe of volatility. Oft times insults that woul...
Doubt, he would say, set men free … Doubt, not truth! Beliefs were the foundation of actions. Those who believed without doubting, he would say, acted without thinking. And those who acted without thi...
Convince a man to take a single step—after all, what earthly difference could one step make?—and he would walk the next mile to prove himself right.
Conviction, no matter how narcotic its depth, simply did not make true.
When one believed, one´s soul moved. When one didn´t, everything else moved.
We Dûnyain, Cnaiür, are guides and trackers, students of the Logos, the Shortest Way. Of all the world, we alone have awakened from the dread slumber of custom. We alone. He drew Cnaiür’s young hand t...