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Book/A Practical Guide to Evil Book 6



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Date Finished::December 31st, 2020

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First added January 8th, 2021


none had known true pursuit until they'd been chased by riders whose horses did not tire

Chapter 2: Enlistment

pharos device

Cigelin Sisters

Chapter 7: Approach

It'd been Akua that had told me about the cleansing and healing properties of the cedar trees that grew in the shade of Mount Tyro, the mountain where the mage-doctor schools of Ashur had first been raised centuries ago.

Kingfisher I

we have filled the silence with a madness of words

J'ose ... I dare

Chapter 15: Machinations

If you were forced to run a race you could only lose, then the only way to win was to cheat.

from villain to another an open admission of usefulness was one of the most prized guarantees of safety

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Chapter 16: Divine

Biting the hand that feeds you is another way to feed.


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the Stacks of This and That

Chapter 19: Spectral

This is fear, I thought. This fear speaking through my lips, a worm slipped into my mind through my ear. And once fear rules, she is the mother of defeat.

Interlude: Archer

to have someone speak in such a vile way of ties that were so important to her almost felt like a sort of defilement

Interlude: Knock Them Down

The other woman offered a shallow smile, amusement so thin a finger run across it would reveal dislike.

Charlaten II

How easily you dismiss the possibility that you might be the most interesting part of you

Chapter 28: Contend

when principle got in the way of itself, a closer look usually gave away that the whole affair was really about pride

decency is not made worthless for the use the indecent would make of it

If the exercise of a virtue is put to the service of evil ... It is an accomplice to it, regardless of what else it might be.


Chapter 29: Conviction

Even a bleeding heart eventually bleeds dry.

Chapter 33: Convenience

Sometimes it felt like I was sharp only because the world had whittled away everything but the sharpness.

Charlatan III

I know no passion, save the taste of her lips, Is it not a folly, how my heart skips?


Chapter 37: Trying

just because you could win a fight didn't mean you should be fighting it


Chapter 41: Coterie


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"A plan of war is the inevitable victim of circumstance; methods of war are superior, for they are the mother of many a plan."

Winter IV

You are your worst day ... But you are your finest day as well, and every single other one.

Chapter 50: Mores

past the lights of the stronghold below there was only a dark and desolate stretch

Chapter 61: Adouber

His loose grey robes looked half made of dust and even drabber than usual, his rheumy blue were clouded with exhaustion

Chapter 62: Adjournment

Half the anger is fear that I could have failed

We can't change the world without changing with it.

I stayed alone on my tent, eyes closed and seeking calm that would not come.

Interlude: letsism

The Iron Prince had never acted the tyrant before because he'd never seen a need to. It was as simple as that. Not all ruthless men needed to trumpet about their ruthlessness.

It was all too easy to become drunk on your own learning and confuse it with wisdom.

Chapter 65: Cross-Check

A great good too often came at the costs of a hundred petty evils

Colossal II

"It is not the grand choices of our lives that determine who we are. It is the small acts of small days, the quiet kindnesses and cruelties, that shape us like a smith's hammer. And when those grand choices come calling we are already formed, already shaped, and we understand that it was never really a choice at all."

"Stories never truly end with victory," the god told her. "We only cut them there so that they might be easier to swallow."

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"The Gods abhor perfection, child. It leaves nothing for us to seek."

There were no mirages this time, not swirls of colour. Only soft words by starlight, with the tall stones circling around them like a mother's embrace.

"Be who you are, Antigone," the Maker-of-Riddles spoke in a rumbling voice. "Without lie or apology. Without fear or regret. Of you I will never ask more nor less." He laughed again, bathed in starlight. "Do this, my child, and you will have done more in the span of your short years to honour her than I did in the crawling eternity of mine," Kreios said. "I never understood it before, you see. That was it always about learning when the torch must be passed." "I don't know who I want to be," Antigone confessed. The old god smiled, heartbreakingly gentle. "Let us learn, then," Kreios said. "Together."

Interlude: Song

Catalina was not sure who it was that began to sing.

Even in the dark, they sang. Perhaps in the dark most of all.