She led a submerged life, a life catacombed by poverty and ignorance
No, Leweth. You fled to remember. You fled to conserve all the ways your wife had moved you, to shield the ache of her loss from the momentum of others. You fled to make a bulwark of your misery.
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...
Masses of warring men animated the horizon, crashing into stubborn ranks, churning in melee. The air didn’t so much thunder as hiss with the sound of distant battle, like a sea heard through a conch s...
Maithanet carried a plague whose primary symptom was certainty. How the God could be equated with the absence of hesitation was something Achamian had never understood. After all, what was the God but...
Look unto others and ponder the sin and folly you find there. For their sin is your sin, and their folly is your folly. Seek ye the true reflecting pool? Look to the stranger you despise, not the frie...
Like a stern father, war shames men into hating their childhood games.
Kings never lie. They demand the world be mistaken. —CONRIYAN PROVERB When
It is strange the way trauma deadens curiosity. To suffer cruelty in excess is to be delivered from care. The human heart sets aside its questions when the future is too capricious. This is the irony...
Darkness shields as much as it threatens.
Almost all men prized the familiar path over the true.
All Kellhus could see of his father were two fingers and a thumb lying slack upon a bare thigh. The thumbnail gleamed.As Dûnyain, the disembodied voice continued, you had no choice. To command yoursel...
Above all the mighty detest change.
Where the holy take men for fools, the mad take the world. —
We, she repeated, laughing as though both hurt and astounded. It really is ‘we’ now, isn’t it? With a shy, even scared, smile, she helped him pull free his weathered robes. When I can’t find you, he s...
Vulgar languages, especially when native, stand too close to the press of life. Their meanings are too easily warped by our insights and experiences. The sheer otherness of Gilcûnya serves to insulate...
The world is a circle that possesses as many centres as it does men.
The air became dry and still, like the gap in a dead man’s mouth.
Ignorance was ever the iron of certainty, for it was as blind to itself as sleep. It was the absence of questions that made answers absolute—not knowledge!