Willow

“mountains, who can say what is out there, to take away our memories of pain? To give us new things. New life. The Emnelenethkyr, they are called. Which means, in Itheralik, the Empty Peaks. For we who are burdened by our pasts, surely a good name?”
― Anna Smith Spark, The Tower of Living and Dying

“Sorlost. I did not wonder at the blank broken faces that came to me, laid themselves before my knife. I see it now in Tyrenae, and I begin to understand it. Blind children and madmen go begging in the streets here. The wealthy look at them and turn away and do not care.”
― Anna Smith Spark, The Tower of Living and Dying

“What was it about fathers, Clay wondered, that compelled so many of them to test their children? To insist that a daughter, or a son, prove themselves worthy of a love their mother offered without condition?”
― Nicholas Eames, Kings of the Wyld

“and so he gave her his own truth in return. It was strange the way that people venerated truth. Everyone seemed to strive for it, as though it were some unalloyed good, a perfect gem of glittering rectitude. Women and men might disagree about its definition, but priests and prostitutes, mothers and monks all mouthed the word with respect, even reverence. No one seemed to realize how stooped the truth could be, how twisted and how ugly.”
― Brian Staveley, The Last Mortal Bond