There are no endings, and never will be endings, to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was an ending.
BRANDON SANDERSONYou’ve managed– in our short three years together– to kill not only my god, but my father, my brother, and my fiance. That’s kind of like a homicidal hat trick. It’s a strange foundation for a relationship, wouldn’t you say?
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We were like deaf people trying to dance to a beat we couldn’t hear, long after the music actually stopped.
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Perhaps another person, reading of my life, would name me a religious tyrant. He could call me arrogant. What is to make that man’s opinion any less valid than my own? I guess it all comes down to one fact: In the end, I’m the one with the armies.
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Honestly, for an evil god of darkness, he certainly can be dull.
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In fact, it’s so violently bitter that no one can keep it down.” “It’s nice to see that cannibalism has been so logically ruled out as an option,” Raoden said dryly
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You first took a little step off a path to avoid some rocks. For a while, you walked alongside the path, but then you wandered out a little way to step on softer soil. Then you stopped paying attention as you drifted farther and farther away.
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Think of the possibilities–if the ash were red, the rivers would run like blood. Black is so monotonous that you can forget about it, but red–you’d always be thinking, ‘Why, look at that. That hill is red. That evil force of doom trying to destroy me certainly has style.
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The look of disbelief that ran across the boy’s face was somehow more disturbing than the despair it had replaced. This creature had given up hope long ago; he probably begged out of habit rather than expectation.
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Those seemed to become figures, crafted by the bones and branches stretching from the heaps on the ground. Bodies and souls. His movement made the shadows twist, as if turning to regard him.
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An ominous crash came from the clouds above them, and Raoden felt a wet drop splat against his head. “Fantastic,” Galladon grumbled. “I’m enjoying myself already.
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The door slammed open. Vivenna jumped, putting a hand to her chest. Vasher walked in. ‘Start reaching for that sword when you’re startled,’ he said. ‘There’s little reason to grab your shirt, unless you’re planning to rip it off.
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To believe, it seemed, one had to want to believe.
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True art was more than beauty; it was more than technique. It was not just imitation. It was boldness, it was contrast, it was subtlety.
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You know, I was a nerdy kid going through high school, and then I got to college and that all vanished. I mean, a lot of my good friends – when we were in high school, we would never have been able to hang out together because we were in such different cliques or whatever. Now, who cares?
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A thing of nature. For every Push, there is a Pull. A consequence.
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This is going to take a while. I’m a fantasy author. We have trouble with the concept of brevity.
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