Memory is all we are. Moments and feelings, captured in amber, strung on filaments of reason. Take a man’s memories and you… — Mark Lawrence Copy Share Image
Memories are dangerous things. You turn them over and over, until you know every touch and corner, but still you'll find an… — Mark Lawrence Copy Share Image
“Sometimes I wished I could cut away old memories and let the wind take them. If a sharp knife could pare away… — Mark Lawrence Copy Share Image
Each day the memories weigh a little heavier. Each day they drag you down that bit further. You wind them around you,… — 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
