“Celean looked at me for a moment, the hint of a serious line between her pale eyebrows. Then she laughed brightly and brought up her hands. “I am Celean,” she proclaimed. “My mother is of the third stone. I am… — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
“The Lethani is the same everywhere,” she said firmly. “It is not like the wind, changing from place to place.” “The Lethani is like water,” I responded without thinking. “It is itself unchanging, but it shapes itself to fit all… — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
