From their midst a broad-shouldered man stepped forth, past Longwick, who tried vainly to motion him back. He ran three strides toward me, and I took a deep, unbelieving breath of his scent just befor...
Home is people. Not a place. If you go back there after the people are gone, then all you can see is what is not there any more.
This is a day for things to break, he thought. My heart. The fellowship of the folk who had come here together. We all move apart from one another today.
Leave off sniffing the carcass of your old life-do you enjoy unending pain? There is no shame in walking away from bones. Nor is there any special wisdom in injuring oneself over and over. What is you...
It's not the sort of thing one asks of a friend. He hasn't offered, and I will not ask it. I will not tear him that way. I am trying to let go. I don't know how.
There is little in life so reassuring as a genuine welcome.
There are times when not thinking requires all of one's concentration.
Very little worth knowing is taught by fear.
We did hard things for each other. Risked our lives. Gave up our lives and faced death, and then faced life again. You might be surprised to find that facing life can be much harder than facing death.
The past is no further away than the last breath you took.
The man who worries about what will next be happening to him loses this moment in dread of the next, and poisons the next with pre-judgment.
It is common for folk who are not Witted to think that those of us with Old Blood can talk to any animal. We can’t. The Wit is a mutual exchange, a sharing of thoughts. Some creatures are more open th...
My silences he mistook for a lack of wit rather than a lack of any need to speak.
When the bee to the earth does fall, the butterfly comes back to change all.
If a minstrel must embroider the truth to help us recall it fully, then let her, and let no one say she has lied. Truth is often much larger than facts.
Sorrow and loss never die. We can put them away in a chest and lock it tight, but whenever it is opened, even a crack, the aroma of lost sweetness will rise to fill our lungs to heaviness.
I was dying. And I had never been enough for anything.
One devoted to his cat would not leave it long alone. A cat’s loyalty is not a thing to be taken for granted, but courted day by day.
One does not need the size of a dragon to have the soul of a dragon.
Since then, she had wondered if it were strength or a sort of madness that let her pretend she was normal.
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