The night was full of shadows and every last one answered to me.
Do you know why we praise bravery, Leon? ... Because it surpasses our baser nature
there could be more heroism found in a terrified man sitting across a monster and refusing to answer a question than in an empire’s worth of royal lines, or a legion of heroes.
She’d never told my friend that she was exceptional, that not everybody could be like her. That sometimes people failed and gave up, and that didn’t make them unworthy in some way. Just tired and hurt
Certainty is a luxury I can rarely afford
to hesitate is death." "It was ever thus," it laughed, and raised its fist to the sky
In the end, all my grief could be was screaming in the dark: a harsh cry, followed by silence ringing of absence
When you have enough hate, it becomes a kind of courage. Madness, too, but that line's always been thinner than people like to admit
Victory had a thousand fathers and mothers, but defeat did tend to be attributed to a single pair of hands
How strange it was that you could care so much for someone and yet find them to be such a stranger in the end
Tariq's sleep had long been light, so it was with messy robes with sharp mind that he ushered in Izil.
One cannot be just, one can only act justly: it is a struggle from cradle to grave, not a prize seized and kept
Audacity without patience, without watchfulness, was just another way of being frivolous with lives
There were hills to the west of us, split in the middle by the river our maps called the Odelle
sometimes you grieve more what could have happened than what did
"In boldness find salvation, for stillness is the herald of death"
Chapter:: Chapter 31: Fall or Flight
one must not grow too fond of plans, lest they be followed even when they no longer suited
What a dangerous thing this sensation was, and how careful I must be to avoid falling in love with it
They who cannot master themselves will never be anything but servants.
"Fear or faith, that's your choice. You can't cross a chasm without taking a leap."
It was not love - neither of us had been afflicted with that particular delusion regarding the other
You understand nothing. You shy away from taking a life now, from takin a risk, and you think that makes you virtuous? All it makes you is complicit. Your scruples will cost a hundred generations blood and fear simply because you flinched when time for the hard choices came.
Apparently the heartlands of Procer used a great deal more salt in their meals than I was used to back home, since it could be brought in cheap from the great salt pans on the western coast of Neustria and Brus
There were many ways to love someone, and not all involved skin or pining sighs
that was they way to get to someone with the upper hand talking: confusion and blithe refusal to acknowledge they had anything of the sort
a gentleman could get away with nearly anything, given sufficient audacity and an amicable bearing
She'd not needed him, not truly. The woman she'd been the moment she spurned everything she was raised to embrace was the true face of her, not the malice that came out when fear and exhaustion won.
only a fool kept both eyes on the stag when hunting with a wolf
elbow to elbow and fitting there like a shield wall of two
there was only so long one could keep treating someone as an enemy before they became one in truth