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“It鈥檚 embarrassing to tell you this, but it seems to come down mostly to just learning to be kinder.”
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“You can't rule out the impossible, because you never know which of your assumptions about what was possible might turn out, in the real universe, to be false.”
― Ender's Shadow
― Ender's Shadow
“For the life of me, I did not understand how he[Atticus] could sit there in cold blood and read a newspaper when his only son stood an excellent chance of being murdered with a Confederate Army relic.”
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&濒诲辩耻辞;鈥..
丕賱兀賵賱丕丿 賳丨丕賮 噩丿丕賸 賵賯氐丕乇 亘丕賱賳爻亘丞 廿賱賶 兀毓賲丕乇賴賲 賵乇丐賵爻賴賲 賰亘賷乇丞 : 賷賲賰賳賰 兀賳 鬲乇賶 亘賵囟賵丨 兀賳 毓賷賵賳賴賲 鬲賱賲毓鈥 賲孬賱 丕賱囟賲賷乇 丕賱賲匕賳亘 賱賱丨賰賵賲丞 丕賱賴賳丿賷丞 ..”
― The White Tiger
丕賱兀賵賱丕丿 賳丨丕賮 噩丿丕賸 賵賯氐丕乇 亘丕賱賳爻亘丞 廿賱賶 兀毓賲丕乇賴賲 賵乇丐賵爻賴賲 賰亘賷乇丞 : 賷賲賰賳賰 兀賳 鬲乇賶 亘賵囟賵丨 兀賳 毓賷賵賳賴賲 鬲賱賲毓鈥 賲孬賱 丕賱囟賲賷乇 丕賱賲匕賳亘 賱賱丨賰賵賲丞 丕賱賴賳丿賷丞 ..”
― The White Tiger
“I walked past Malison, up Lower Main to Main and across the road. I didn鈥檛 need to look to know he was behind me. I entered Royal Wood, went a short way along a path and waited. It was cool and dim beneath the trees. When Malison entered the Wood, I continued eastward.聽
I wanted to place his body in hallowed ground. He was born a Mearan. The least I could do was send him to Loric. The distance between us closed until he was on my heels. He chose to come, I told myself, as if that lessened the crime I planned. He chose what I have to offer.
We were almost to the cemetery before he asked where we were going. I answered with another question. 鈥淒o you like living in the High Lord鈥檚 kitchens?鈥
He, of course, replied, 鈥淣o.鈥
鈥淲ell, we鈥檙e going to a better place.鈥
When we reached the edge of the Wood, I pushed aside a branch to see the Temple of Loric and Calec鈥檚 cottage. No smoke was coming from the chimney, and I assumed the old man was yet abed. His pony was grazing in the field of graves. The sun hid behind a bank of clouds.
Malison moved beside me. 鈥淚t鈥檚 a graveyard.鈥
鈥淎re you afraid of ghosts?鈥 I asked.
鈥淢y father鈥檚 a ghost,鈥 he whispered.
I asked if he wanted to learn how to throw a knife. He said, 鈥淵es,鈥 as I knew he would.聽 He untucked his shirt, withdrew the knife he had stolen and gave it to me. It was a thick-bladed, single-edged knife, better suited for dicing celery than slitting a young throat. But it would serve my purpose. That I also knew. I鈥檇 spent all night projecting how the morning would unfold and, except for indulging in the tea, it had happened as I had imagined.聽
Damut kissed her son farewell. Malison followed me of his own free will. Without fear, he placed the instrument of his death into my hand. We were at the appointed place, at the appointed time. The stolen knife was warm from the heat of his body. I had only to use it. Yet I hesitated, and again prayed for Sythene to show me a different path.
鈥淎ren鈥檛 you going to show me?鈥 Malison prompted, as if to echo my prayer.”
― Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master
I wanted to place his body in hallowed ground. He was born a Mearan. The least I could do was send him to Loric. The distance between us closed until he was on my heels. He chose to come, I told myself, as if that lessened the crime I planned. He chose what I have to offer.
We were almost to the cemetery before he asked where we were going. I answered with another question. 鈥淒o you like living in the High Lord鈥檚 kitchens?鈥
He, of course, replied, 鈥淣o.鈥
鈥淲ell, we鈥檙e going to a better place.鈥
When we reached the edge of the Wood, I pushed aside a branch to see the Temple of Loric and Calec鈥檚 cottage. No smoke was coming from the chimney, and I assumed the old man was yet abed. His pony was grazing in the field of graves. The sun hid behind a bank of clouds.
Malison moved beside me. 鈥淚t鈥檚 a graveyard.鈥
鈥淎re you afraid of ghosts?鈥 I asked.
鈥淢y father鈥檚 a ghost,鈥 he whispered.
I asked if he wanted to learn how to throw a knife. He said, 鈥淵es,鈥 as I knew he would.聽 He untucked his shirt, withdrew the knife he had stolen and gave it to me. It was a thick-bladed, single-edged knife, better suited for dicing celery than slitting a young throat. But it would serve my purpose. That I also knew. I鈥檇 spent all night projecting how the morning would unfold and, except for indulging in the tea, it had happened as I had imagined.聽
Damut kissed her son farewell. Malison followed me of his own free will. Without fear, he placed the instrument of his death into my hand. We were at the appointed place, at the appointed time. The stolen knife was warm from the heat of his body. I had only to use it. Yet I hesitated, and again prayed for Sythene to show me a different path.
鈥淎ren鈥檛 you going to show me?鈥 Malison prompted, as if to echo my prayer.”
― Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master
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