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books are nothing but repositories for those lies the author wants his reader to believe.
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Yes. He argued that we are the gods, that we create our own destiny. That what we are determines what will become of us. In a peasantlike vernacular, we all paint ourselves into corners from which there is no escape simply by being ourselves and interacting with other selves.
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She is the darkness.
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No one will sing songs in our memory. We are the last of the Free Companies of Khatovar. Our traditions and memories live only in these Annals. We are our only mourners. It is the Company against the world. Thus it has been and ever will be.
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Maybe. We're all equals at the dark gate, no? The sands run for us all. Life is but a flicker shouting into the jaws of eternity. But it seems so damned unfair!
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I'm going to adopt you. You'd make a wonderful daughter. Hey, evil-minded future daughter number two. You heard Arkana. What do you think?" Grudgingly, Shukrat admitted, "I think she's right." "Excellent! Let's go ask your wicked future mother's opinion." We"
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I damned myself for my earlier romanticism. That Croaker who had come north, so thoroughly bemused by the mysterious Lady, was another man. A stripling, filled with the foolish ignorances of youth. Yeah. Sometimes you lie to yourself just to keep going.
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I guess each of us, at some time, finds one person with whom we are compelled toward absolute honesty, one person whose good opinion of us becomes a substitute for the broader opinion of the world. And that opinion becomes more important than all our sneaky, sleazy schemes of greed, lust, self-aggrandizement, whatever we are up to while lying the world into believing we are just plain nice folks. I was her truth object, and she was mine.
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We abjure labels. We fight for money and an indefinable pride. The politics, the ethics, the moralities, are irrelevant.
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Glen Cook |
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A herd of minuscule lightning bugs poured out of One-Eye's nostrils. Good soldiers all, they fell into formation, spelling out the words
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Glen Cook |
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Truth is a deadly weapon, Lady said.
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Glen Cook |
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Lady muttered some very unladylike sniggen snaggen riddly rodden racklesnatzes under her breath, then
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An old, old formula came to mind, from back when I was very young indeed. "I am a soldier." I said it first in the language I had spoken then, then repeated myself in Sleepy's own Dejagoran dialect. "I've been distracted before. I'm still alive."
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No soldier likes the thought of losing his best friend and favorite toy.
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Glen Cook |
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8d66c15
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Let's say the madonnas of the night in Elm were severely disappointed in the Black Company.
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Glen Cook |
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2be3d4c
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One endured with humble dignity the consequences of youthful folly.
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The Lady was medicine bad enough. The Dominator, though, was the body of which her evil was but a shadow. Or so the legend goes. I sometimes wonder why, if that is true, she walks the earth and he lies restless in the grave.
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I am the Daughter of Night. I am the Child of Darkness Forthcoming. Come to my mother or become prey for the beasts of devastation in the Year of the Skulls.
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Glen Cook |
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I am a haunted man. I am haunted by the Limper's screams. I am haunted by the Lady's laughter.
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Glen Cook |
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A guy I worked with and I talked it over about what you do with drunks. His dad was a reformed drunk. He told me you got to stop trying to help them out. You got to stop making excuses for them and not take excuses from them. You got to put them on a spot where they can't do nothing but face the truth because they aren't going to change a bit till they decide to do it. They got to be the ones who believe they've turned into dregs and someth..
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Bragging is how criminals get caught and men with deep secrets deliver themselves to their enemies. It's bonehead human nature. We all want to look special. Knowing something is one of the best ways.
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Quite unwittingly I saved the lives of twenty enemies of the Stranglers scheduled to be tortured and murdered during the night. The priests freed them to tell the world that the Deceivers were real and had found their messiah, that those who did not come to Kina soon would be devoured in the Year of the Skulls. A fun bunch of guys, Croaker would say.
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Limper flopped violently. The gag flew out of his mouth. His ankle bonds parted. He gained his feet, tried to run, tried to mouth some spell that would protect him. He had gone thirty feet when a thousand fiery snakes streaked out of the night and swarmed him. They covered his body. They slithered into his mouth and nose, into his eyes and ears. They went in the easy way and came gnawing out through his back and chest and belly. And he scre..
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A field of scarlet with nine hanged men in black and six yellow daggers in the upper left and lower right quadrants, respectively, while the upper right quandrant featured a shattered skull and the lower left boasted a bird astride a severed head. It might have been a raven. Or an eagle.
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Glen Cook |
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One's own yesterday is a ghost that will not be laid. Death is the only exorcism.
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Glen Cook |
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Goblin, that was a dumb stunt. - It sure was. Made me feel forty years younger.
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This is a favorite game, matching wits with a Raker. He is blind to the dead, to the burning villages, to the starving children. As is the Rebel. Two blind armies, able to see nothing but one another.
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Glen Cook |
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Back to the company. Back to business. Back to the parade of years. Back to the annals. Back to fear.
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The price of order," I muttered. I tried to run the dog off. It wouldn't budge. "The cost of chaos," Tom-Tom countered. on his drum. "Not quite the same thing, Croaker."
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If each man picks an evil and attacks it relentlessly, how long can evil persist? That was an easy one. Forever. More evil gets done in the name of righteousness than any other way.
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dab6960
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One-Eye's handicap in no way impairs his marvelous hindsight. Lightning
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Every ruler makes enemies. The Lady is no exception. The Sons of the White Rose are everywhere.... If one chooses sides on emotion, then the Rebel is the guy to go with. He is fighting for everything men claim to honor: freedom, independence, truth, the right.... All the subjective illusions, all the eternal trigger-words. We are minions of the villain of the piece. We confess the illusion and deny the substance. There are no self-proclaime..
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Nevertheless, four hours after dawn they began dying for their cause.
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Glen Cook |
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I am a haunted man. I am haunted by the Limper's screams. I am haunted by the Lady's laughter. I am haunted by my suspicion that we are furthering the cause of something that deserves to be scrubbed from the face of the earth. I am haunted by the conviction that those bent upon the Lady's eradication are little better than she. I am haunted by the clear knowledge that, in the end, evil always triumphs.
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Glen Cook |
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let the gods distinguish between the wiched and the merely incompetent.
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Glen Cook |
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I guess each of us, at some time, finds one person with whom we are compelled toward absolute honesty, one person whose good opinion of us becomes a substitute for the broader opinion of the world.
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Glen Cook |
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If war is too important to trust to generals, then policy is too important to trust to politicians.
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Glen Cook |
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Lately I've felt the burden of time more and more, all too often dwelling on everything I've missed. I can laugh at peasants and townies chained all their lives to a tiny corner of the earth while I roam its face and see its wonders, but when I go down, there will be no child to carry my name, no family to mourn me save my comrades, no one to remember, no one to raise a marker over my cold bit of ground. Though I have seen great events, I w..
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Closer at hand, the wheeling gulls were as surly and lackadaisical as the day promised to make most men.
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Glen Cook |
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while something would be happening inside. I do not believe in evil absolute. I have recounted that philosophy in specific elsewhere in the Annals, and it affects my every observation throughout my tenure as Annalist. I believe in our side and theirs, with the good and evil decided after the fact, by those who survive. Among men you seldom find the good with one standard and the shadow with another. In our war with the Rebel, eight and nine..
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Glen Cook |
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c83b782
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I guess I was getting blase about windwhale-riding.
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Glen Cook |
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Its front sags against its neighbor to the right, clinging for support like one of its own drunken patrons.
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Glen Cook |
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Little people have to hate, have to blame someone for their own inadequacies.
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Glen Cook |
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I believe in our side and theirs, with the good and evil decided after the fact, by those who survive.
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Glen Cook |