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“Now the Great Lord comes.
Now the Great Lord comes.
Blood feeds blood.
Blood calls blood.
Blood is, and blood was, and blood shall ever be.
Now the Great Lord comes.”

“Tears on the casket. Rain on your face.”

“Kick open the gate, Whiskyjack.”

“The wind in her ears became as black and fatal as the gap.”

“The meaning of words lost their precision- and no one bothered taking to task those who cynically abused those words to serve their own ambitions, their own evasion of personal responsibility.”

“The past was the past: men who looked back got shot by what was in front of them.”

“Take any segment of population, impose strict yet clear definitions on their particular characteristics, then target them for compliance. Bribe the weak to expose the strong. Kill the strong, and the rest are yours. Move on to the next segment.”

“The truth of the matter was, she didn’t care what other people thought, and if most of them saw that as a threat to... whatever... to their view on how things should be... well, that was just too bad, wasn’t it? As if her very existence could lure others into a life of acts without consequence.”

“Till shade is gone, till water is gone, into the Shadow with teeth bared, screaming defiance with the last breath, to spit in Sightblinder’s eye on the Last Day.”

Y’GHATAN

“I made a terrible mistake, I agreed with her mother.”

“For convenience, history is always viewed as a conflict between the instinct for order and the impulse toward chaos. Both are necessary: both are manifestations of the need to survive. Without order, nothing exists: without chaos, nothing grows. And yet the struggle between them sheds more blood than any other war.”

“The faces around him were still friendly, but shattered hope filled them now, hope he had broken. Still the people gestured him forward, pleading gestures. Toward the tower. Their eyes shone with desperate need, and only he could fulfill it, only he could save them.”

“Death cannot be struggled against, brother. It ever arrives, defiant of every hiding place, of every frantic attempt to escape. Death is every mortals shadow, his true shadow, and time is its servant, spinning that shadow slowly round until whats stretched behind one now stretches before him.”