The Wizard

What a man knows hardly matters. It is what he does.

We talked of love, and all we said would fill a book thicker than this. Yet all we said was only this: that I loved her and she loved me, and we had waited long and long, would be parted no longer.

It is well, I think, for us to learn to tell evil from good; but it has its price, as everything does. We leave our evil friend behind.

We can think only of creatures, of things He's made. Creatures are all we know, and can be all we know until we know Him. When we think of Him like that, we find we can't believe. He can't be like a creature any more than a carpenter is like a table.

You expect war, Your Grace?" "Yes, it's how one acquires the reputation for prophecy. Look wise, predict war, and you'll always be right.

It walks in the desert and dreams of a lake of blood.

A bowshot down the slope of winter-brown grass and broken snow, beyond the dead campfires and the sleepers cocooned in whatever covering they had been able to find, green-robed spruce and white-limbed birch stirred in a dawn wind that repeated - once only - the blessing she had received.

The game is nearly over,’ she whispered. ‘That is what I came to tell you. Did you think it would go on forever?