Akahayla

“Everything is cursed in one form or another,” Enosh said, snorting. He didn’t even glance up. “The mages of Enji have kept invaders at bay for centuries by inventing these stories. I walked barefoot around the lake when we first arrived. You don’t see eyes growing out of my legs.”

“Well,” Kefier said. “Not yet.”
― K.S. Villoso, Jaeth's Eye

“Do mages land on their feet, like cats? Because I swear to Sakku if you don’t shut up and leave right now I’m going to push you through that window.” The tone of her voice must have got to him, then, because he finally got up. He sulked along the wall for a few moments, hoping perhaps that she would change her mind, which made her start thinking that strangling was so unsophisticated; it was probably easier to cut him with a knife and drop all the bits in the lake for the fish to feed on.”
― K.S. Villoso, Jaeth's Eye

“The muslims never had any intention to seize the wealth and property of people, or to kill them through bloody wars; they never had any desire to employ compulsion in their approach to propagating islam: on the countrary, their sole purpose was to provide an atmosphere of freedom in ideology or religion: Then whosoever wills, let him believe, and whosoever wills, let him disbelieve.”
― Darussalam Research, الرحيق المختوم

“Ancient oak, actually, is what the boy used to call her, back when he was still a boy. Like all men, he had aged too fast. She still remembers long, summer nights back in Hafod, when she would bake bread with the windows open while he would take his crutches to read his books on the kitchen table. He used to tell her how much he loved her bread, that he thinks it is the most wonderful thing in the world. He was always a flatterer, that one.”
― K.S. Villoso, Jaeth's Eye