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Things are not always as old songs tell them to be-especially when it is concerning dragons.
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'Is this being in love?' he suddenly wondered? It was nothing like the ballads he had heard sung-this was more irritating than uplifting.
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Tangaloor, fire-bright Flame-foot, farthest walker Your hunter speaks In need he walks In need, but never in fear.
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Part of manhood, I am thinking, is to ponder one’s words before opening one’s mouth.
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Empires were like seawalls, he thought sadly, even those which embodied the best of hopes. The tide of chaos beat at them, and as soon as no one was shoring up the stones any more...
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Simple answers to life’s questioning. That would be a magic beyond any I have ever been seeing.
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Has everyone gone mad?” “Everyone was mad already, my lady,” Cadrach said with a strange, sorrowful smile. “It is merely that the times have brought it out in them.
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You show me what someone listens to, I’ll tell you everything you want to know about his soul. (For instance, a bunch of Nickelback albums would have indicated he never had a soul in the first place.)
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If God is all-powerful, then the Devil must be nothing more than a darkness in the mind of God. But if the Devil is something real and separate, than perfection is impossible, and there can be no God... except for the aspirations of fallen angels.
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It was impossible to see warfare as anything other than what Morgenes had once termed it: a kind of hell on earth that impatient mankind had arranged so it would not have to wait for the afterlife.
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'Not everyone can stand up and be a hero, Princess,' he said quietly. 'Some prefer to surrender to the inevitable and salve their conscience with the gift of survival.'Miriamele thought about the obvious truth of what Cadrach had said as they walked on, but could not understand why it made her so unutterably sad.
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Learn a lot about the world and finish things, even if it is just a short story. Finish it before you start something else. Finish it before you start rewriting it. That's really important.
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So we face our final hours...and all that was once certain has become uncertain. Except for defeat. That, as always, is the end of all our stories.
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The world was all mud and wire. The war in the heavens was only a faint imitation of the horror men had learned to make.