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Sa souvraya niende misain ye.
The sea is blind to the road
And the road is blind to the rain
The road welcomes no footfalls
The blind are an ocean’s flood
On the road’s shore
Walk then unseeing
Like children with hands outstretched
Down to valleys of blinding darkness
The road leads down through shadows
Of weeping gods
This sea knows but one tide flowing
Into sorrow’s depthless chambers
The sea is shore to the road
And the road is the sea’s river
To the blind
When I hear the first footfalls
I know the end has come
And the rain shall rise
Like children with hands
Outstretched
I am the road fleeing the sun
And the road is blind to the sea
And the sea is blind to the shore
And the shore is blind
To the sea
The sea is blind...
Bazı hikâyeler tam tahmin ettiğin gibi ilerler. Bazılarıysa son sayfada tüm bildiklerini sorgulatır. 🤯
Ters köşeleri seviyorsan, seni sonuna kadar merakta bırakacak 3 kitap önerisini keşfetmeye hazır ol!
‘My predecessor, a woman named Lorn, was murdered in a street in Darujhistan. She had, by that point, completed her tasks, insofar as anyone can tell. Her death seemed to be little more than ill luck, a mugging or something similar. Her corpse was deposited in a pauper’s pit.’
‘Forgive me, Adjunct, but what is this story in aid of?’
‘Legacies are never what one would hope for, are they, Captain? In the end, it does not matter what was achieved. Fate holds no tally of past triumphs, courageous deeds, or moments of profound integrity.’
She surprised him with a grin and it transformed her face. ‘The old ones among my people say that sometimes you find a person with the roar of a sea squall in their eyes, and those ones, they say, have swum the deepest waters. In you, Ruthan Gudd, I now understand what they meant. But in you I see not a squall. I see a damned typhoon.’
He quickly looked away, ran fingers through his beard. ‘Just a spell of gas, Skanarow.’
She barked a laugh. ‘Have it your way, then. Avoid raw vegetables, Captain.’
He watched her ride off. Fisherfolk. You, Skanarow with the lovely smile, I need to avoid. Too bad.
Greymane, you always said that between the two of us I was the luckier one. Wrong, and if your ghost hearkens to its name, spare me any echo of laughter.
He paused, but all he could hear was the wind, and there was no humour in that moan.
‘Well,’ said Cord in a flat voice, ‘that must have been one Hood’s piss of a reading.’
Fiddler forced out a ragged breath. ‘Not a piss, Cord, a fucking deluge.’
And then Sinter surprised them all. ‘Glad that’s cleared up. Now, let’s talk about how we’re going to work together to make us the meanest Hood-shitting fist the Adjunct’s got.’
Eşyaya kendi dimağımızın mikyasları ile kıymetler veriyor, bunlara körü körüne inanıyoruz. Halbuki tabiatın, asıl idare eden kuvvetin verdiği kıymet hükümleri bizimkilerden kim bilir ne kadar ayrıdır.
İşte ben de, kuvvetli olduğunu sandığım ve bana daima böyle olduğu tekrar edilen zekânın, şimdiye kadar hiç tesadüf etmediğim, hatta mevcudiyetinden bile haberdar olmadığım kuvvetler karşısında eli kolu bağlandığını görüyor, şaşırıyordum.
