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Samuel Brassfield
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Silk groped for words. "The gods have to speak to us in our own language, a language that we are always corrupting, because it's the only one we understand. They, perhaps, have a thousand words for a thousand different kinds of love, or ten thousand words for ten thousand; but when they talk to us, they must say 'love,' as we do. I think that at times it must blur their meaning."
Lotta good quotes in this Gene.
— Sep 02, 2025 06:52PM
Lotta good quotes in this Gene.
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Samuel Brassfield
is on page 267 of 543
One novel out of two in this tome done and I have to refrain from binge reading all I can of the second today so I can savor the magic on display in these pages. Gene Wolfe was truly a singular talent and worthy of being touted as "Our Melville" by fellow master of the craft Ursula K. Le Guin.
SILK FOR CALDÉ
— Aug 29, 2025 07:53AM
SILK FOR CALDÉ
Samuel Brassfield
is on page 215 of 543
Damn you Gene for making my eyes sweat over characters I literally just met and likely won't meet again after this next chapter.
— Aug 26, 2025 07:30PM
Samuel Brassfield
is on page 192 of 543
I'm so upset I didn't find these works sooner in life.
— Aug 24, 2025 01:58PM
Samuel Brassfield
is on page 93 of 543
"We're on the night side of the shade for only half the day, Silk had told him. But we are on the night side of whatever it is that bars us from the gods almost constantly, throughout our whole lives. And we really shouldn't be. We were meant to be. I got that one small ray of sunshine, you see, and it shouldn't be strange at all. It should be the most ordinary thing in the Whorl"
TELL EM GENE
— Aug 23, 2025 11:32AM
TELL EM GENE
Samuel Brassfield
is on page 45 of 543
Theorizing all the ways this prequel series to the seminal Book of New Sun would begin had me assuming we'd be starting with visions of grandeur while the civilization of Whorl is at its "height". How silly of me, we start with a poor preacher playing futuristic basketball with some kids in the slums. I cackled like a witch when it hit me, Gene Wolfe you absolute madman I adore you.
— Aug 22, 2025 11:02AM
