“Her eyes were dark. Dark as chocolate, dark as coffee, dark as the polished wood of my father’s lute. They were set… — Kvothe in written by Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
“None were good enough for her, so I held them in contempt and hated them. They in turn hated and feared me.… — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
“It's easy to forget when you're around." She stopped walking for a moment and I had to stop too, as she'd linked… — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
“She has enough men fawning over her," I said. "They come and go like . . ." I strained to think of… — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
“Denna peered out of the hedge toward the path, and I looked at her. Her hair fell like a curtain down the… — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
“«Siempre he preferido las noches sin luna. A oscuras es más fácil hablar. Es más fácil ser uno mismo» —Denna.” — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
