Empire of Grass

You are not alone in this world,” she said, her cheek against his. She smelled of rosemary and lavender and other growing things. It almost made him weep. “You have me to share your burdens.

when you are given only bad choices, choose the least dreadful.

A city can be turned into a bubbling pot, and as the fire is poked and poked by those who desire chaos, at last it will boil over. It is too late then to lament the scalding.

Jesa knew that men were only as good as the world allowed them to be.

Then you should remember what he said about truth. ‘It is like the foxglove. In proper measure it is the most sovereign of medicines. Too much, though, brings suffering and even death.’ And he was right.

And the strong never need to silence the weak, or they prove that they are the truly weak ones.

The truth of being a monarch is that you are always disappointing someone, cheating someone else, though you never wish to do it.

Summer's End Cruel orb, my foe, the sun, Glaring upon things I never want to see again The proud, lightning-limbed oaks Of Hekhasor The shimmering blue waters of Silverhome's lake And the endless, endless sky Go away, foul sun! You make me sad.

The strong never need to silence the weak, or they prove that they are the truly weak ones.

If you spare a dog he will never bite you, but men are not so trustworthy.

I hope not, but hope makes a flimsy armor,