Raymond E. Feist

Yes,_ said Talon, his voice the hiss of a coiled serpent.

Just remember that in most things, right or wrong depends on where you__e standing at the moment. My father__ people would have thought having your life__ mate picked out for you by your parents to be__ well, barbaric._ As Talon__ expression started to darken, Caleb added, __o offense intended, but I__ pointing out that things look the way they do because that is how you were taught as a child. And the rest of the world is vastly different from what a child can imagine.

The order of the universe is like a gem with many facets, and we see only one, that which reflects the existence of our own world.

Suddenly feeling overwhelmed, Talon said, 'It doesn__ matter. They are all dead.' He felt moisture gathering in his eyes and blinked. 'It__ been a while since I__e felt that.'Caleb nodded. 'It never goes away, completely. But you__l discover other things in life.

That was not the professional hatred of one warrior for another in the heat of battle, in which even beneath the hatred there still existed a certain begrudging respect.

He knew there was only a slight difference between an armed guard and an escort, but sometimes that difference separated the honored and the condemned.

Now he wondered what use it would be. For Kaspar__ death would not bring back his father, Elk__ Call at Dawn, or his mother, Whisper of the Night Wind. His brother, Hand of the Sun, and his little sister Miliana would remain dead. The only time he would hear the voice of his grandfather, Laughter in His Eyes, would be in his memory. Nothing would change. No farmer outside Krondor would suddenly stand up in wonder and say, __ wrong has been righted._ No boot-maker in Roldem would look up from his bench and say, __ people has been avenged.

My father used to say, __ day spent breathing is a good day

A man makes choices,_ Tal said.__rue, but what choices a man makes depends on what choices he is offered.

Your human gods love to present you with such riddles and challenges, or so it has seemed to me for most of my life... You often seem to prefer difficult choices when simple alternatives are available; it is a constant source of amazement to my kind.

It takes a man of unusual character to openly confront his own shortcomings. It__ so much more convenient to blame others.

All the way home, his wound pulsing with every hearbeat, he had cursed himself for a fool. How could he think she loved him? He had never been loved in his life, save perhaps by Erik and the other men who had served with him across the sea, and that was the love of comrades. He had never known the love of women, just their embrace. Twice he had found tears running down his face...