Larsta love oath is binding. They knew no form of divorce in their culture.
Metal. In some ways, that was the true mark of mankind. Man tamed the stones, the bones of the earth below. Man tamed the fire, that ephemeral, consuming soul of life. And combining the two, he drew forth the marrow of the rocks themselves, then made molten tools.
He’d once believed he had been four men in his life, but he now saw he’d grossly underestimated. He hadn’t lived as two, or four, or six men – he had lived as thousands, for each day he became someone slightly different. He hadn’t changed in one giant leap, but across a million little steps.
He’s like a rash. The more you scratch him, the more irritating he gets.
Being unkillable, so long as one had some healing power stored up, could do strange things to a person’s sense of self-preservation. Of course, Wayne had probably been drunk at the time. That also tended to do strange things to a person’s sense of self-preservation.
Thirty-four years old. That seemed ancient in some regards.
Don’t mistake me,” Jasnah continued. “Some kinds of power are real – power to command armies, power to Soulcast. These come into play far less often than you would think. On an individual basis, in most interactions, this thing we call power – authority – exists only as it is perceived.
Oh, you didn’t want to hear that? I’m sorry. You’ll just have to forget that I wrote it. There are several convenient ways to do that. I hear hitting yourself on the head with a blunt object can be very effective. You should try using one of Brandon Sanderson’s fantasy novels. They’re big enough, and goodness knows, that’s really the only useful thing to do with them.
Despite that loyalty, Hrathen had never felt what Dilaf now expressed. Hrathen had no hatreds so severe that he wept, no loves so profound that he would risk everything in their name. He had always believed that he was the perfect follower of Jaddeth; that his Lord needed levelheadedness more than He needed unbridled ardor. Now, however, he wondered.
It was gratifying to see how much one could accomplish in both politics and trade by liberally murdering the other fellow’s soldiers.
He’s real. Too many people talk about him for him to not be.
Don’t you know how to use chopsticks?” Joel asked. Melody grimaced. “I’ve never been one for European food. A fork works just fine.
Do you enjoy stories, young lady?” “What kind of stories?” “The best kind, of course,” Slowswift said, tapping his book. “The kind about monsters and myths. Longtales, some call them – stories told by skaa around the fires, whispering of mistwraiths, sprites, and brollins and such.
Which was more potent? The pain of memory, or the pain of forgetting? He.
He was afraid of stepping up, of becoming everything he could be – not because the powers themselves frightened him. But because if he tried, then the failure was far, far worse. At.
I understood in a moment of stillness,′ Litima read. ‘Those candle flames were like the lives of men. So fragile. So deadly. Left alone, they lit and warmed. Let run rampant, they would destroy the very things they were meant to illuminate.
Perhaps she could leave if she managed to save up enough money. That was hard, almost impossible. Every time she got a coin, she spent it on food. She couldn’t help herself. Nothing else seemed to matter.
It’s been a long day. I got shot at, got a water tower dumped on my head, and had my wedding fall apart. Now Wayne is dropping broken walnut shells all over my chair. Honestly, I think I just need a drink.
I feel like an insane rainbow.
He’d been convinced that if he could just explain his condition to the city, they would all listen to reason and let him control their lives perfectly.