The Desert Spear

Perhaps I am broken, he conceded silently, but broken bones heal stronger, and I will have my day in the sun.

Can’t trust no one else to do what you won’t do for yourself.

There’s nothing gained in lamenting what never was.

Fear and pain can only touch you if you let them.

I have rare moments of competence.

How did you deal with it? How do you stop loving someone?” “The Creator didn’t make love conditional,” Jona said. “Love is what makes us human. What separates us from the corelings. There is value in it, even when it is not requited.

There is no man in creation who is not your brother No woman not your sister, no child not your own For all suffer the Plague, righteous and sinful alike And all must band together to withstand the night.

Why are you doing this?” Amanvah whispered, her accent thick like her mother’s, but every word clear. “My mother would not be so kind to one who tried to poison her.” “Nor would mine, but we are not our mothers, Amanvah,” Leesha said.

My father said the weakest camel draws the wolves.” “Mine told me to hide until the wolves go away,” Abban replied.

Folk can’t learn their lessons if they skip school.

To shift a few grains of sand is no more a sign of great strength than to see the sun a sign of great sight. There is no glory in dominating the weak.

All men are brothers in the night.

In his mind, the book, as much as anything in the world, was responsible for the wretched state of humanity—cowering and weak when they should stand strong; always afraid, never hopeful. But for all that, many of the Canon’s sentiments about brotherhood and the fellowship of men were ones the Warded Man believed in deeply. He

Corespawn it, Ren, you can’t just go around cutting people’s hands off!

The only man who can truly handle a woman is a woman, Abban’s father had said to him many times before he died. It was good advice.

World’s full of things to lose yourself in. Don’t mean we should spend our whole lives behind the wards.

„Odspavaj malo“, rece kad ugleda teški umor u ženinim ocima. „Sunce ce uskoro zaci i onda ce nam trebati snaga. Idi. Odmori se dok još možeš.“ Darsi odmahnu glavom. „Odmaracu se kad me rastrgnu utrobnici“, rece. ,,Do tada radim.

All the joy and color was washed from her face, and at first the sadness only made her more beautiful. But

The Evejah tells us: When a man’s purse is empty, his rivals grow bolder.

He feared no challenger face-to-face, but war was deception, as Khevat had taught him, and not all men fought their enemies with spear and fist.