Extraits

Je me levai pour me tenir debout, la ville sombre s'étendit à mes pieds. Des lumières scintillaient dans les fenêtres de la taverne, flottaient à la construction du pont Wolfstoot. Une fois que j'avais été suspendu au-dessus de ce vaste espace, suspendu et impuissant, à la merci d'un dragon.

Une fois, j'avais craint que dire la vérité reviendrait à tomber, mais j'étais là, les pieds fermement plantés, debout toute seule.

Nous étions tous des monstres et des salauds, et nous étions tous beaux.

J'avais eu plus que ma part de belles aujourd'hui. Demain, j'en redonnerais, restaurerais et reconstituerais le monde. (traduction personnelle)

He sighed. "So I've gone and revealed how much I admire your work for nothing. Now you'll feel free to laze about self-importantly, I suppose !"

"Viridius, no," I said, stepping toward him and impulsively kissing his balding head. "I'm well aware that that's your job."

"Damned right," he grumpily. "And I've earned it, too."

"If it can be known, I want to know it."

Why live in fear that he might find me disgusting someday, when I could make it happen right now ?

Metaphor is awkward, but emotion, by its nature, leaves you no more scalable approach.

There are melodies that speak as eloquently as words, that flow logically and inevitably from a single, pure emotion.

“A thousand regrets I’ve had in love,

A thousand times I’ve longed to change the past.

I know, my love, there is no going back.

No undoing of our thousand burdens.

We must go on despite our heavy hearts.

A thousand regrets I’ve had in love, but I shall never regret you.”

“The truth may not be told. Here is an acceptable lie.”

I scrupulously hide every legitimate reason for people to hate me, and it turns out they don’t need legitimate reasons. Heaven has fashioned a knife of irony to stab me with.

Music is only work when someone else makes you do it.