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“Fitz. Be wise. Let her go, and keep those memories intact. Save what you can of her, and let her keep what she can of the wild and daring boy she loved. Because both he and that merry little miss are no more than memories anymore." She shook her head. "No more than memories."

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"When you can either laugh or cry, you might as well laugh," he replied.

Uggghh this is bad bad bad bad bad so bad and he doesn’t even realize it.

"Ah." He sighed suddenly. "Perhaps the truth is, I fear to show her my proof, lest ever afterward she find all other men a disappointment." He gestured meaningfully at himself.

"I just wish," I said quietly, "that I could simply sleep for a time. Alone in my mind, dreaming my own dreams, without fearing where I'll go or who might attack me. Without fearing that my hunger for the Skill will overcome me. Just simple sleep."

The sympathy of my wolf wrapped me. I waited for the Fool to sar something comforting. He was too wise to try. I fell asleep longing for words that did not exist.

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The Fool swung his marionette to the floor, where the bony creature shrugged eerily. "Neither King Shrewd's death nor Verity's supposed death flushed that weasel out of hiding. Only when he believed you murdered did anger flare up in him hot enough for him to fling aside all hiding and pretense and declare he would yet see a true Farseer on the throne."

I did not think I could hate that character. But I hate her now.

Sweet Fitz. 😭 will he ever be happy?

I watched its gay prancing with a retroactive desire to have possessed such a thing of brightly painted wood and finely sanded edges.
"I want my daughter to have things such as that," I heard myself say aloud. "Well-made toys and soft bright shirts, pretty hair ribbons and dolls to clutch."
"She will," he promised me gravely. "She will."