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432 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 28, 2016
“If given a choice between a potentially great hardship and doing nothing, people gravitated toward what was most familiar and comfortable. That was why leadership was needed. To do what was necessary rather than what was easy.”
“Fulfillment comes from striving to succeed, to survive by your own wits and strength. Such things make each of us who we are... You lose that in captivity, lose yourself, and that loss saps your capacity for joy. I think comfort can be a curse, an addiction that without warning or notice erodes hope. You know what I mean?... Live with it long enough and the prison stops being the walls or the guards. Instead, it’s the fear you can’t survive on your own, the belief you aren’t as capable, or as worthy, as others. I think everyone has the capacity to do great things, to rise above their everyday lives; they just need a little push now and then.”
“Power has a way of seducing by saying what you want to hear. Remember, it’s easier to believe an outlandish lie confirming what you suspect than the most obvious truth that denies it.
“People who lead don’t need to remind others who the leader is.”
“Fools believe silence is a void needing to be filled; the wise understand there’s no such thing as silence.”
“That’s what a good wife does, keeps your dreams alive even when you don’t believe anymore.”
“What length will a mother go to on behalf of her child? How long is time? What is the depth of love?”
“I want to know how long we have before he rises. If I cut off his head, will he stay down longer?”
The servant rolled his eyes. “He’s not getting up! You killed him.”
“My Tetlin ass! That’s a god. Gods don’t die. They’re immortal.”
“Really not so much,” the servant said, and to Raithe’s shock he kicked the god’s body,
Suri had a wolf named Minna. They were the best of friends and roamed the forest together. She had tattoos, was always filthy, afraid of nothing, and could do magic. From the first time I met her, I wanted to be Suri… I still do.
“Do you see the butterfly?” Suri grinned with enthusiasm.
“Yes, I see it, but—”
“So stunning and delicate; it’s marvelous. No one can see a butterfly and not stop to admire it. I’d love to be one. To go to sleep and wake up a season later with such beautiful wings and the ability to flutter about. That’s the most wonderful sort of magic, don’t you think? To change, to grow, to fly. But…” She paused. “I wonder what the cost would be.” The smile diminished once more. “There’s always a cost when it comes to magic. I suspect there is a great price to go from lowly caterpillar to glorious butterfly.”
It was like waiting for the sunrise and a chicken to hatch— if the sun marked the end of the world and the chicken was an all-devouring demon.
—THE BOOK OF BRIN
“Welcome the gods,
Heal the injured,
Follow the wolf.”
“A wise man once told me no man can escape death, but it’s how we run that defines us. And if I have to run, I think I’d like to go where she’s going.”
Remember, it’s easier to believe an outlandish lie confirming what you suspect than the most obvious truth that denies it.
We’re ants to them, and if an ant bites you, do you seek out that one ant? Or do you set fire to the whole colony to make sure you’re not bitten again?
“Live with it long enough and the prison stops being the walls or the guards. Instead, it’s the fear you can’t survive on your own, the belief you aren’t as capable, or as worthy, as others."
This is the start, just the turning of leaves. Winter is still on its way.