The Dread Wyrm

But all you have to do is lie. If enough people lie, all the time, then there isn’t enough truth for law to work. That’s how I see it.

Those who have known pain should have mercy on others.

My da—” Diccon looked at the ground. “… my da calls me ‘Bent.’” Robin smiled. “No. Sorry, Diccon. It’s a good name, but a master archer had it and it died with him. Got another?” “My mother calls me a God-Damned Fool,” Diccon said with a smile. “Good, you’ll fit right in.

You expect everyone to cooperate with the law. To make the law work." Duke took a deep breath. "But all you have to do is lie. If enough people lie, all the time, then there isn't enough truth for the law to work. That's how I see it." He looked at his feet. "If enough men are greedy, and willing to lie to get what they want?" He raised his head and faced them. "Then it's easy. Their way is easy. And you lot will sit here and debate.

Whenever you think you are very clever, that’s when you are getting ready to be awesomely stupid.” “Based

War is food and drink and disease and patience and anger and hate and cold and stealth and terror as well as sweet silver and bitter iron and the glitter of arms in the sun or under the moon.

Nell was not by his side, and Kit Foliak would never buy another gold embroidered sword belt.

I don’t know. I don’t know why Arnaud died, instead of me. But at another level, I know exactly why Arnaud died, and why Robin died and why we’re standing here in the rain. We’re here because we chose—we chose to fight. Some of you joined the company to fight for something you liked. Some of you fight for each other. Some for gold coins and a precious few fight because mayhap we’ll do some good, whatever good is.” He looked around. “The baby didn’t choose to fight, though. Nor the mother.

You want rules to protect you when you are weak, and no rules to slow you when you are strong.

Save them, save them all. In doing so, brother, you will save yourself.

a battle was a situation where two commanders each thought they had a decisive superiority and one was wrong.

Everything in this world is terror,” the old man said. “If you care to see it that way.

The first horse to fall exploded.

You take it all for granted,” he said. He sounded as if he was angry—or if he might weep. “It’s bloody good, this thing we have. But you forget it’s not natural. You expect everyone to cooperate with the law. To make the law work.” Duke took a deep breath. “But all you have to do is lie. If enough people lie, all the time, then there isn’t enough truth for law to work. That’s how I see it.” He looked at his feet. “If enough men are greedy, and willing to lie to get what they want?” He raised his head and faced them. “Then it’s easy. Their way is easy. And you lot will sit here and debate. When the only real answer is to arm, go out in the streets, and fucking kill every Guardsman and every Galle on every corner until we hold the city.

On the bottom row were the bases of his power—represented