“Assume nothing,’” he said. The first chapter of the Tactics. “If we figure everyone might be a murderer, we’re less likely to be disappointed.” — Brian Staveley Copy Share Image
“Men tend to die when you slide steel beneath their skin and wiggle it around. Even priests.” — Brian Staveley Copy Share Image
“This is what we are for, Alin,” the older guardsman said, turning to his companion. Adare had never heard anyone use Birch’s first name.… — Brian Staveley Copy Share Image
“Pain is suffering because we want to be free of it, and pleasure is suffering because we fear to lose it.” — Brian Staveley Copy Share Image
“among a soft folk obsessed with words, choosing the right word is nearly as important as doing the right thing.” The” — Brian Staveley Copy Share Image
“Often there is no good path. That does not mean we should not walk.” — Brian Staveley Copy Share Image
“It’s built into the job. Bakers have flour, fishermen have nets, and leaders have lies.” Adare” — Brian Staveley Copy Share Image
“every son should have a chance to know his father, not as a child knows his protector, but as a man knows another man.” — Brian Staveley Copy Share Image
“Resist faith. Resist trust. Believe only in what you touch with your hands. The rest is error and air.” — Brian Staveley Copy Share Image
“The process is the goal,” Kaden responded innocently, trying not to feel smug. It was about time one of those Shin maxims worked in… — Brian Staveley Copy Share Image
“You squint hard enough, and everything starts to look suspicious.” — Brian Staveley Copy Share Image
“Assume nothing,’” he said. The first chapter of the Tactics. “If we figure everyone might be a murderer, we’re less likely to be disappointed.” — Brian Staveley Copy Share Image
“We all have our hobbies,” Kaden replied. He could have been discussing farming techniques.” — Brian Staveley Copy Share Image
“The ablest swordsman, Hendran wrote, the consummate tactician, the peerless general: All seem invulnerable until luck turns against them. Make no mistake—place a man… — Brian Staveley Copy Share Image
“Triste lay in a heap, her dress hitched up around her thighs, whimpering and shuddering until Gwenna shifted to kick her ungently in the… — Brian Staveley Copy Share Image
