Spice Road

It is magic, how words can be deadlier than daggers.

The truth is the thorn, not the rose.

If you forfeit now, you will assuredly lose. But if you press on while you can, you may find yourself a victor. The future is not final until we reach it.

What can I tell you, Slayer? Not all who are bad are bad the whole way through.

...That is the way of the world, Slayer. Everyone hates and distrusts what is unfamiliar to them.

Some things, once taken, can never be returned. Some things, once broken, are broken forever.

Yes, Bright Blade, for light not shared is light that is diminished.

Should I not be angered equally for a stranger as for my own family, as I would want a stranger to do if it were Amira up there? Can one expect mercy for their own while refusing it to others?

...fear is like water. If it is not contained, it leaches across any part of us it can, pooling in our lowest aspects and letting harmful things fester in its well...

Arguing seems to be the only thing we do together anymore.

For all who live must die.

The blade follows the heart.

It is a pity, Imani, how little of your people’s history you truly know. The truth has been hidden from you, and you have welcomed the deception with open arms.

If you refuse, I will drive this blade through Taha’s heart.” I glance back at Taha. “But take comfort. You have little use for it anyway.

Hello, Atheer," he calls, moving the arrow’s target over. "I’ve come a long way to find you." "Hope I don’t disappoint,” my brother replies. “I had low expectations.