And the world re-ordered itself around me. I spoke each word carefully. 'You are so stupid.
A woman of many talents. And intelligent, too. He'd probably have to kill her soon.
¿Está en la naturaleza del mundo que todas las cosas busquen un ritmo, y en ese ritmo anhelen una especie de paz?
Undeserved forgiveness. Friendship defined.
To Fitz and the Fool.My best friends for over twenty years.
There is no such thing as an extraordinary coincidence. There is only destiny.
There is always power in holding a secret.
Justice. There's a thing we shall ever thirst after, and ever be parched. No. We content ourselves with law.
Is time the wheel that turns, or the track it leaves behind?
He is very concerned with his dignity, and I think that prevents him from having an interesting life. If I were a boy, and permitted to have an interesting life, I would have no dignity at all.
Do you think you're taking Etta out of here?Yes, Kennit called over his shoulder up the sairs.
As dye soaks fibres, drawn into them to change their colour forever, so does a memory, stinging or sweet, change the fibre of a man’s character.
You can't die from seasickness, but you wish you could.
Maulkin abruptly heaved himself out of his wallow with a wild thrash that left the atmosphere hanging thick with particles. Shreds of his shed skin floated with the sand and muck like the dangling rem...
Little brother, do not treat me as if I am already dead, or dying. If you see me that way, then I would rather truly be dead. You steal the now of my life away, when you constantly fear that tomorrow...
It is worse than useless to do things halfway Bee, for then you think the work is done, but someone must come behind you later to do it all over again. Even if you must work much harder and get less d...
Do you not see how strange and wonderful that is? That all history balances on an affair of the human heart?
But if she let go of her anger, all that would remain was grief and pain. Anger was easier. Anger could be focused outward. Grief corroded from within.
There is a dead spot in the night, that coldest, blackest time when the world has forgotten evening and dawn is not yet a promise. A time when it is far too early to arise, but so late that going to b...
Men walking a battlefield to search for wounded among the dead will still stop to cough, to blow their noses, still lift their eyes to watch a V of geese in flight. I have seen farmers continue their...