“Still the music, the deep slow melody, the high and broken counterpoint, as if the mountains themselves had become the score, as if the glories of hidden caves and secret peaks had wrapped around the ageless majesty of the ocean… — Mark Lawrence Copy Share Image
“We came to woodlands, with leaves unfurling on every branch, as if one blow of spring's green hammer had set them exploding from the bud.” — Mark Lawrence Copy Share Image
“Assassination is murder with a touch more precision. Brother Sim is precise.” — Mark Lawrence Copy Share Image
“We all practice self-deception to a degree; no man can handle complete honesty without being cut at each turn. There's not enough room in… — Mark Lawrence Copy Share Image
“I've been known to be contrary. When something pushes me, I shove back. Even if the one doing the pushing is me. It would… — Mark Lawrence Copy Share Image
There's a slope down toward evil, a gentle gradient that can be ignored at each step, unfelt. It's not until you look back, see… — Mark Lawrence Copy Share Image
“And that’s the riddle of existence for you. When to move and when to stay. Dwell too long and we become the prisoner of… — Mark Lawrence Copy Share Image
“Fire isn’t patient. Fire does not negotiate. I should have known these things.” — Mark Lawrence Copy Share Image
No half measures. Some things can’t be cut in half. You can’t half-love someone. You can’t half-betray, or half-lie. — Mark Lawrence Copy Share Image
“We wrap up our violent and mysterious world in a pretense of understanding. We paper over the voids of our comprehension with science and… — Mark Lawrence Copy Share Image
“A time of terror comes. A dark time. The graves continue to open and the Dead King prepares to sail.But the world holds worse… — Mark Lawrence Copy Share Image
