If you don’t look after your fellow man, if you think that what you want is always more important than what anyone else wants or needs, you’re not human, and that’s that.
Anyone who thought this would be a weak point in the manor’s defenses would have a rude surprise, shortly before coming down with a serious case of death.
So her safe little world would never be safe again... She knew that the nurturing hand also held the knife, and that was very unsettling.
Glorious Destinies get you Glorious Funerals.
Evil done in the name of a Power of good is still evil. And good done in the name of a Power of evil is still good.
Words and love together can more often achieve what magic cannot.
Like I said, I know bullies. Deflect, deflect, make them think they got their way even when they didn’t, but never actually give in to them. Become innocuous, not worth tormenting or thinking about.
Make someone a devout, fanatical anything, and his brain turns to mulch.
Learn the wisdom of the Hound. Always rest, eat, and play when you can, because the universe conspires to keep you from doing any of these things nearly as often as you would like.
It’s easy for parents to pull the strings that make one dance... after all, they are the ones who tied those strings in the first place.
Good hips. Breed like cow, strong like bull, dumb like ox. Hitch to plow when horse dies.
But the purpose of stories was to take the ugly, terrifying truths with which one must live and turn them into brave and beautiful ideas one might love.
And the nightmare-monster of her childhood revealed itself to be a thing of old clothes stuffed with straw.
Kethry had once described summoning as being “like balancing on a rooftree while screaming an epic poem in a foreign language at the top of your lungs.
When they are seen as a type, and not as individuals, they are easy for a fanatical mind to grasp – and hate.
Townsfolk can get downright touchy over the occasional earth-elemental in the scullery. Can’t imagine why...
You find them in any Kingdom,” she said, “if you look hard enough. Young men, and young women, too, who believe that they are in love with evil, death, and darkness, but in fact, are in love with mystery.
No matter what tears were shed or what trials were faced, some things would stay the same. There would always be day and night, stars and sky, hope and rest. There would always be love, always compassion, and there would always be Skandranon. And forever, in the hearts of all the Clans, there would be Urtho – and for his memory, a moment of silence.
Better, I thought, not to touch at all than to touch and bring hurt upon myself and others. Better to do nothing than to make a move and have it be the wrong one. But even deciding to not touch or to be nothing is a decision, Vanyel, and by deciding not to touch, so as to avoid hurt, I then hurt those who tried to touch me.
If you speak something’s name too often, it might come looking for you. I.