Our language is rich with implication, so it is easier for us to accept the existence of things that cannot be explained. The Lethani is the greatest of these.
I took the time to fret uselessly about things I had no control over.
The strings felt strange against my fingers, like reunited friends who have forgotten what they have in common.
If one student in ten had half his fire I’d teach with a whip and chair instead of chalk and slate.
But I seem to remember you saying that you would float us home tonight if you got your pipes. Which may be unfortunate, as I happen to be wearing my lead drinking shoes.” I heard Stanchion chuckle behind me. “These.
Off to one side his fine white teacup waited for him with a patience Aria envied.
Always think about what you’re singing, honey.
For the first time in my life I understood the true purpose of this sort of formal greeting. It gives you a script to follow when you have absolutely no idea what to say.
That’s how you know it’s real medicine,” I said. “If it tasted good it would be candy.
She’s obviously stupid for you. And you’re just plain stupid, so it’s a great match.
Songs choose their hour and their own season. When your tune’s tin, there is a reason. The tone of a tune is your heart’s mettle, and there’s no clear water from a muddy well. All you can do is let the silt settle, or you’ll sound sour as a broken bell.
I imagine I could do anything,” I said easily. “If you would ask it of me.
Anyone who thinks boys are innocent and sweet has never been a boy himself, or has forgotten it. And anyone who thinks men aren’t hurtful and cruel at times must not leave his house often.
Master Elodin,” I said, breathing a little hard. “Might I ask you a quick question?” “Statistically speaking, it’s pretty likely,” he said, unlocking the door with a bright brass key. “May I ask you a question, then?” “I doubt any power known to man could stop you.
That is also an idiom.” Wilem grumbled. “Your language is thick with nonsense. I wonder how any of you understand each other. How is everything going? Going where?” He shook his head.
What what,” Trapis said as he hurried over to tend to her, his bare feet slapping on the floor. “What what. Hush hush.
I knew that he was trying to do me a favor, and a week ago I would have jumped at the opportunity for free shoes. But for some reason I didn’t feel right about it. I quietly gathered up my things and left a pair of copper jots on his stool before I left. Why? Because pride is a strange thing, and because generosity deserves generosity in return. But mostly because it felt like the right thing to do, and that is reason enough.
A ghost wants revenge, a demon wants your soul, a shamble-man is hungry and cold. It makes them less terrible. Things we understand we can try to control. But Chandrian come like lightning from a clear blue sky. Just destruction. No rhyme or reason to it.
If I find out that Whin has been sedated or restrained I’ll ride you naked through the streets of Imre like a little pink pony.
It’s amazing how much easier it is to think productively when your belly is full.