I think they are a better race than humans ever were.
Death makes its own choices. Has reasoning an order has a taste…
A weapon needs a wielder; it should not be permitted to start its own fights." "You are not my wielder; you are naught, a forgotten ghost, not even a memory." "Maybe, but you are still a weapon.
Better not to find out whether or not the rumors are true, I say. Better find the other bastard and skin him.
-Cheap? I could have bought a whole pig with that coin jester. -Exactly my Lord. And while some may eat a mule, no one can ride a pig.
Trust me on this one, nothing good ever comes from bad weather.
Mister if you want more to join,’ She said half-choked ‘you’ll have to put in the coin.
Has he been with a woman yet?” he asked remembering the girl at the barn. She shot him an angry glance.“Is that all you think about? Of course he hasn’t.He is only eleven.” “Nothing wrong with a boy starting early. I did.” “And look how...
I am you, Umasi, and I am weak." the shadow spun around and began walking away. "In the end, either you will conquer me…or I will conquer you.
I attract Dragons, something of a gift.
He was in a strange, badly lit room, wearing even stranger clothes, getting an earful from an unknown woman, in a language that he could and couldn’t exactly place in a very disturbing way. These were not his memories.
It was an alien place, as much inhuman as it was ungodly. There was no life in this place. It was a different world altogether. This world was dead.
You are always sending us to our deaths. We’re soldiers, it is what we do.
...making some noise in the woods is a thing that one can forget. The sound of a man’s voice on the other hand, is something else entirely.
Umasi kept walking, out of sight and into the glittering night. Meahwhile, Zen lay alone, defeated on the cold ground, knowing that he had truly been left behind. Then the memories returned, and for the first time in his life, he cried.
