I became a slightly daft traveler, obsessed with beekeeping and professing to know all there was to know on the topic. I started arguments so others would correct me and speak of beekeepers they had k...
Humanity fears no rivals. You have forgotten what it was to share the world with creatures as arrogantly superior as yourselves. You think to arrange the world to your liking. So you map the land and...
How can one hate oneself so much that one is willing to murder that self?'The ship shook his head and rain flew from his locks. 'That is your mistake. No one wants the self to die. I only wanted to ma...
Housework was comforting. In cleaning and restoring a room, one could assert control. One could even pretend, briefly, that life could be tidied the same way.
He smiled, and reminded me that no man could make time, but only use that which he was given wisely.
Even the homeliest girl secretly dreams that a man might fall in love with her inner spirit.
Diplomacy may very well be the art of manipulating secrets. What would any negotiation come to, were not there secrets to either share or withhold?
Death is not the opposite of life, but the opposite of choice.
Death is always less painful and easier than life! You speak true. And yet we do not, day to day, choose death. Because ultimately, death is not the opposite of life, but the opposite of choice. Death...
Come, hunt with me, the invitation whispers in my heart. Leave the pain behind and let your life be your own again. There is a place where all time is now, and the choices are simple and always your o...
But that is not true for all folk. Some folk are meant to argue with fate. And win.
But all know that a woman cannot give her word to anyone, for women cannot possess honor. Women promise, and later they say, ‘I did not understand, I did not mean it that way, I thought those words me...
But all fires, of wood or grief, burn down to ashes eventually.
But a wall that will not yield to a battering ram can still be breached by the gentle twining of ivy.
Besides, if there were no dragons of flesh and blood and fire, whence would come the idea for these stone carvings?
Any human who dared to attack a dragon deserved to die himself. And dead, of what use was he, unless someone ate him? She didn’t see why leaving a human to be eaten by worms was more acceptable.
And that is what you would truly wish, little one? To stop being yourself, before you have even completed yourself? There is so much more you could grow to be.
All I ever wanted to do was live my own life. And I’m having damn little success at that.p. 250: Brashen Trell and Amber
A small pebble can turn a wheel out of its path, he told me, but warned me that it was seldom a pleasant experience for the pebble.
A catalyst was DarAles for his time, a changer of hearts and lives. He came not to be hero, but to enable the hero in others. He came, not to fulfill prophesies, but to open the doors to new futures....