The Shadowed Sun

Any woman can face the world alone, but why should we have to?

There was no peace in continuing to do what had already proven unworkable. Sometimes tradition itself disrupted peace, and only newness could smooth the way.

Even the smallest act of peace is a blessing upon the world.

In the wake of that, Sunandi could do nothing but allow a moment of proper Gujaareen silence. There was something to the custom, she had decided some years ago, of letting a brief passage of time cleanse the air, after dangerous words and thoughts had tainted it.

Perhaps we can never weed corruption out of ourselves, not completely. But it’s important that we continue to try.

I have a son of my flesh already, and I have a woman who loves me and wants me, but they’re both half-wild. They flee into the desert whenever I try to love them back. If I were a less confident man, I might become concerned.

Just because you have only now realized the potential of women does not mean we have been fools all this time.

sometimes the real damage was not the souls released, but the ones left to mourn.

She could not bring herself to like him, however—for in the end he had used her, the same as her father, and it meant little that he was more considerate about it.

Surely all the world has rolled upside down. Perhaps the gods have gotten drunk on comet-wine again, like in the tales.