He smiled despite the grief he felt at the deaths of his men; he smiled because that was what he did. That was how he proved to the Lord Ruler-and to himself-that he wasn't beaten.
He smiled despite the grief he felt at the deaths of his men; he smiled because that was what he did. That was how he proved to the Lord Ruler-and to himself-that he wasn't beaten.
Honestly, for an evil god of darkness, he certainly can be dull.
I strive for nothing if not consistency
I think given the choice between loving Mare - betrayal included - and never knowing her, I'd chose love. I risked, and I lost, but the risk was still worth it.
I was thinking that work is like fertilizer in that I'm glad it exists; I just don't ever want to get stuck in it.
If you're always on time, it implies that you never have anything better you should be doing.
I've always been very confident in my immaturity.
I've found you can ignore half of what Dox tells you and not miss much-except for maybe they occasional complaint that you're spending too much.
Men rarely see their own actions as unjustified.
My behavior is nonetheless, deplorable. Unfortunately, I'm quite prone to such bouts of deplorability--take for instance, my fondness for reading books at the dinner table.
Our belief is often strongest when it should be weakest. That is the nature of hope.
Plots behind plots, plans behind plans. There was always another secret.
The right belief is like a good cloak, I think. If it fits you well, it keeps you warm and safe. The wrong fit however, can suffocate.
Are there any religions on your list that include the slaughter of noblemen as a holy duty?
Though, if you think about it, hostile, dethroned pseudodeities probably make disagreeable neighbors. You'll have to figure out something to do with him.
But you can't kill me, Lord Tyrant. I represent that one thing you've never been able to kill, no matter how hard you try. I am hope.
Women? Women are like...thunderstorms. They're beautiful to look at, and sometimes they're nice to listen to-but most of the time they're just plain inconvenient.
Have you finally grown so jealous of my impeccable fashion sense that you've decided to have me disposed of?
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