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Every time Hoid appears in the series, his 'wittiness' both brightens the books and screws with your head. Amazing.

DAMN!

Things are going from bad to worse really fast...

No faith worthy of itself needs defending. Indeed, there can be no such thing as an external threat to faith – barring that of genocide. And even there, killing the flesh impugns not the faith held within it.
No, the sordid truth is this. Faith’s only enemy exists in the mind that calls it home. The only forces that can destroy faith are those the believer wields against him or herself.

Silanah!

Gothos and Hood together - entertainment ensues.

‘Gods? Well, why not? We worship the rock-gods—’
‘No we don’t. We just blame them when things go wrong.’
‘And when we are blessed we thank them.’
‘No. When things go right, we congratulate ourselves.’

‘The courage of husbands is directly proportionate to the proximity of the wife.’

‘Do you know its meaning, Caladan?’
‘Pur Rakess Calas ne A’nom. Roughly, Strength in Standing Still.’

I’m a liar and a cheat and a coward, but I will never, ever, rarely let a friend down.

Snorri loved too easily: that capacity for love, for unselfish giving of himself, drew people to him but at the same time opened him to the possibility of grave hurt. With axe in hand Snorri had proved himself nigh unstoppable, needing to fear nothing. And yet here he was handing the world a stick to beat him with.

!But truly? In my secret heart, Jalan? What drives me is that I will not let that bitch win. She has raised her hand against me and mine. She will die by my own hands. There’s no life everlasting for that one. No new world. This is a war, boy. My war. I am the Red Queen—and I do not lose."

“We’re Kendeths, Jalan!” She loomed over me. “We fight. We fight when hope is gone. We fight while there’s blood left in us.”

“Give him what he wants,” Jorg had said. “Then take what you want. Nobody is more vulnerable than in their moment of victory, and you know that whatever you do this man will never let you go while he lives.”

“Ah.” He leaned back into the cushions. “Well there you’ve got me beat.” “Good.” I drank again. “I was starting to think we were the same person.”

Jalan and Jorg drinking together. Oh, my.

“The sun is setting on the New Republic,” Leia said. “It’s time for the Resistance to rise.”

She sat in one of the chairs, as informal as Greer had ever seen her: facing the wrong way, folded arms atop the chair’s back, legs on either side. Essentially, the princess looked like somebody who no longer gave a—

Think of your conversation with Casterfo as practice, she told herself. One day she would have to reveal all this to her son. The truth of Vader’s identity had shattered her; she could not imagine what it might mean to Ben. At least Luke could tell Ben the most important part—that Vader had, in the end, been redeemed. Anakin Skywalker had returned; the dark side had been defeated by the light.

Leia found Ransolm Casterfo surprisingly easy to talk to. He was intelligent, cultured, and even witty. Also, he was young enough that she didn’t have to worry about any misunderstandings of the romantic variety—but not so young that she had to feel guilty about appreciating the view.

“All right. But if you lie or hold back anything that could hurt Lex, I’ll kick your skinny ass.” He got to his feet. “And then I’ll tell Mom.”

“He has to be a dick. Nobody would stay married to that unless he was a dick. But yeah, we’ll work on it.”
He kept her hand in his as they crossed the lobby.
“Maybe he faked an abduction to escape her.”
“It would be hard to blame him, except he’s a dick.”

Lol, I love Eve and Roarke.