He means to make his subjects merciful and wise; sorrow and struggle bringeth both. We will, he tells me, grow by grieving, live by dying, love by losing. The heart itself is the field of battle and the garden green.
Gnag bends things for breaking, and the Maker makes a flourish! Evil digs a pit, and the Maker makes a well! That is his way.
It is no small thing to be a Throne Warden of Anniera. They have been sung about by bards for a thousand years and are accorded a place of honor like no other kingdom – like no other king – in the world – not because they’re lords, but because they’re servants.
How many times did a wicked man come to power and suddenly find his kingdom too small?
You call that poetry?
So once someone remembers their true name, they’re cured?” Janner asked. “I wish it were so. We all forget from time to time, and so we need each other to tell us our stories. Sometimes a story is the only way back from the darkness.
We’re in the Maker’s keeping. Even if we die trying, death is just another way out. But you? You’ll just turn to dust.
Podo and Leeli finally came back to where the others rested, and though her face still bore the weight of her sorrow, Janner could see that is sister was present. Her eyes didn’t see stare into nothing. They saw the situation, grieved for it, and faced it.
She poured her heart into the song and filled it with everything she felt.
Beautiful.” “And scary,” Sara said. “It’s not scary at all,” said Artham with a laugh. He ran to the edge of the cliff and jumped. The others gasped and then fell into nervous laughter as he spread his wings and soared out over the water.
But other than the cruel fangs and the constant threat of death and torture, there wasn’t much to fear in Skree.
And it’s been so long since most of our boys have sailed they hardly know a poop deck from a chamber pot!
There’s more to healing than what the eye can see.
Right now, for your Podo, the thing before him is to find Leeli, not to think about how it happened or who’s to blame. And the thing before us is to wait in this old cottage without giving up hope. Even if hope is just a low ember at night, in the morning you can still start a fire.
Everywhere Janner looked, there were ropes, poles, platforms, and a thousand other ways to break an arm or a leg. It was beautiful.
Kalmar opened his eyes, and they were clear and blue.
Lad, it’s one thing to be poor in pocket – nothing wrong with that. But poor in heart – that’s no good.
It was as if a strand connected that day with this one and the Maker’s pleasure was coursing through it like blood in a vein.
Sorry, lass. Ye have to seize the teachable moments, you know. Carry on.
Tink dreamed of sea dragons and pie. Leeli dreamed of sea dragons and dogs. Janner dreamed of sea dragons and his father.