Extraits

“Play for the day,” he told himself. “Win the day, each day, and so you will win the war.”

“For I do not want a god to tell me how to behave. I do not want a god to guide my movements and actions—nay. Nor do I want a god’s rules to determine that which I know to be right or to outlaw that which I know to be wrong. For I surely do not need to fear the retribution of a god to keep my path aligned with what is in my heart.”

“For there is no perfect strike, no perfect defense, no perfect form. The word itself defines a state that cannot be improved, but such is not the case, is never the case with muscle and mind and technique. So there is no state of perfection, but to seek it is not folly, nay, for it is that very seeking, the relentless journey, which defines the quality of the warrior.”

“We seek goals as if their achievement will grant magical happiness and unending fulfillment, but is that ever the case?”

“I have ridden a dragon!” Tiago protested. “I have eaten a dragon,” Gromph replied. I have slept with a dragon—two! Jarlaxle thought, but did not say, though he couldn’t avoid a grin at the pleasant memory of the wonderful copper dragon sisters, Tazmikella and Ilnezhara.”