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“And now, when he needed a brother more than at any time in his life, he was not even sure he possessed a friend.”
― R. Scott Bakker, The White Luck Warrior

“Memory betrays most people.” Gibson’s words echoed back to me so clearly that I could see the man standing by the arched window, back stooped and face withered. “It fades, leaving them with dull, soft impressions of a life more like a dream than history.”
― Christopher Ruocchio, Empire of Silence

“I want him to see, you know?” Lissja said. She was staring into her drink, not moving a muscle. “Oonai. I want him to wake up and see the ruins of his life, see what he did to his wife and to Inqshi, and the city. I want him to walk down Fortune Road and see the corpses in the ditches, I want him to breathe the ashes of all the houses he burned down, I want him to look all those orphans in the eye and explain to them why his lust for power was more important than their parents’ lives.”
― Nicolas Lietzau, Dreams of the Dying

“The same lyric, hollered out over and over, like a sacred intonation. It became a banner, a scrap of purity hoisted high above a polluted world, and none would relinquish it. A call and a promise. A curse and a prayer. And the Shining Men matched the Sranc and their preternatural fury, roared singing as they stove skulls and spilled entrails. In one mad voice they fumbled for their faith, raised high the shield of their belief … And became unconquerable.”
― R. Scott Bakker, The White Luck Warrior