The truth was, Azoth hated Azoth. Azoth was a coward, passive, weak, afraid, disloyal. Azoth had hesitated. Master Blint didn’t know it, but the poisons on the needle had killed Azoth. He was Kylar now, and Kylar would be everything… — Brent Weeks Copy Share Image
“life is our battlefield. We must do what we know to do, not what we want to do.” — Brent Weeks Copy Share Image
Why is it, my shadow-striding friend, that we don't fear dreams? We lose consciousness, lose control, things happen with no apparent logic and abiding… — Brent Weeks Copy Share Image
Sometimes after a compliment about my characterization skills, I'm asked if I model my characters on real people. Emphatically, no. And sort of, yes. — Brent Weeks Copy Share Image
When you don't know what to do, do what's right and do what's in front of you. But not necessarily what's right in front… — Brent Weeks Copy Share Image
It's easier for me to write certain character types because of my own life experiences, but I find it too artistically limiting to only… — Brent Weeks Copy Share Image
“At some point, you have to decide not merely what you're going to believe, but how you're going to believe. Are you going to… — Brent Weeks Copy Share Image
