Captain's Fury

I've never lost a duel to the death. Not one.

Tavi grinned. "Are you with me?" "The plan is insane," Ehren said. "YOU are insane." He looked around the inside of the tent. "I'll need some pants.

Do you want your blood to stay where it is sochar-lar?" Tavi lifted both eyebrows at the unfamiliar word, and glanced at Varg. "Monkey," Varg supplied, in Aleran. "And male-child." "He called me monkey boy?" Tavi asked.

Living was a dangerous past-time, and often quite painful—but there was also such joy in living, such beauty, things that one would otherwise never see, never experience, never know. The risk of pain and loss was a part of living.

I would hit you on the head with a rock and drag you away from this. But it would only shatter the rock.

If I stay, they'll kill me... If I go, at least everything that wants me dead won't be taking it personally.

You never get a straight answer from captains. You should know that by now.

The past was gone. Nothing could change what had already been. Looking back at it, letting its wounds fester, indulging in regret was just a different, slower way to die. The living moved forward.

Worry is fear in disguise. And fear will eat you from the inside out if you let it.

Crows," Maximus breathed. "Was that who I think it was?" "Phrygiar Navaris," Tavi said, nodding. "What was she doing here?" Max asked. "Getting humiliated, mostly. Especially there at the end.

If you shoot, I will kill her before I die." Yes," Kitai said in a patient tone. "Which is why I have not shot you. Yet.

And you've got that look on your face again." "I can't help it, "Ehren said. "You're about to walk to breakfast, arn't you, regardless of who is in the way?" "Yes," Tavi said. Ehren sighed. "Let's hear it." Tavi told him the plan. "That's insane," Ehren said. "It could work." "You arn't going to have anyone come along to bail you out this time," Ehren pointed out. Tavi grinned. "Are you with me?" "The plan is insane," Ehren said. "You are insane." He looked around inside the tent. "I'll need some pants.

No story that juicy was going to stay secret for long.

Life is not notable for its overabundance of certainty.

Lady Aquitaine sighed. “Then it all hinges on Scipio. He has a rather irritating talent for impersonating a fulcrum.

Living was a dangerous past-time, and often quite painful—but there was also such joy in living, such beauty, things that one would otherwise never see, never experience, never know. The risk of pain and loss was a part of living. It made everything else mean more; beauty was more pure, more bright, pleasure more full and complete, laughter deeper, more satisfying—and contentment more perfect, more peaceful.

Battles are fought in muddy fields, in burning towns, in treacherous forests, in unforgiving mountains, and on the blood-spattered stones of contested bridges, Tavi realized. But battles are won within the minds and hearts of the soldiers fighting them. No force was defeated in battle until it believed that it was defeated. No force could be victorious unless it believed it could be victorious. The First Aleran believed. The Canim raiders weren't sure.

Speak only to those who listen. Anything else is a waste of breath. The answers to your questions were there, if you listened for them.

Very few people understand that swords aren’t dangerous, Tavi, nor hands nor arms, nor furies. Minds are dangerous. Wills are dangerous. You are heavily armed with both.

The deepest joys and most terrible wounds were both to be had from family. The

Tavi grinned. ‘Are you with me?’ ‘The plan is insane,’ Ehren said. ‘You are insane.’ He looked around the inside of the tent. ‘I’ll need some pants.

Your death doesn't belong to me. We flipped a coin. I lost.

He smiled crookedly. “I’ve never lost a duel to the death. Not one.

are dangerous. Wills are dangerous. You are heavily armed with both.” Tavi

and to my dog, without whom I would not be reminded daily that I am essentially little more than a ridiculous human being who has somehow swindled somebody into paying me to write down conversations with my imaginary friends.

The plan is insane,” Ehren said. “You are insane.” He looked around the inside of the tent. “I’ll need some pants.