The truth is like salt. Men want to taste a little, but too much makes everyone sick.
Joe AbercrombieStichwörter: truth knowledge ignorance
I'm a fucking coward."
"Maybe." Craw jerked his thumb over his shoulder at Whirrun's corpse. "There's a hero. Tell me who's better off.
Stichwörter: war heroism cowardice
Ain't it God's sword, fell from the sky? I thought it had to be passed on. Is it cursed?"
Craw took up the reins and turned back to the north. "Every sword's a curse, boy.
Names turned over by time, like the plough turning the soil. Bringing up the new while the old were buried in the mud.
Joe AbercrombieStichwörter: time death fame names
He is dead and I, the self serving coward that I am, still live. Life is not fair. There is no pattern. People die at random. Something everyone knows, but no one truly believes. They think that when it comes to them there will be a lesson, a meaning, a story worth telling. That death will come to them as a dread scholar, a fell knight, a terrible emperor.
Death is a bored clerk, with too many orders to fill. There is no reckoning. No profound moment. It creeps up on us from behind, and snatches us away while we shit.
Stichwörter: life death meaning
So you love war. I used to think you were a decent man. But I see now I was mistaken. You're a hero.
Joe AbercrombieHe looked around at that one room, and the few things in it. He'd always thought retiring would be going back to his life after some nightmare pause. Some stretch of exile in the land of the dead. Now it came to him that all his life worth living had happened while he was holding a sword.
Standing alongside his dozen. Laughing with Whirrun, and Brack, and Wonderful. Clasping hands with his crew before the fight, knowing he'd die for them and they for him. The trust, the brotherhood, the love, the knit closer than family. Standing by Threetrees on the walls of Uffrith, roaring their defiance at Bethod's great army. The day he charged at the Cunmur. And at Dunbrec. And in the High Places, even though they lost. The day he earned his name. Even the day he got his brothers killed. Even when he'd stood at the top of the Heroes as the rain came down, watching the Union come, knowing every dragged out moment might be the last.
Like Whirrun said - you can't live more than that. Certainly not by fixing a chair.
Stichwörter: life war comradery craw thrill
Those with the least always lose the most in war.
Joe AbercrombieStichwörter: war
People love to see death. It reminds them that however mean, however low, however horrible their lives become… at least they have one.
Joe AbercrombieStichwörter: death-note
An open mind is like to an open wound,' growled Glokta. 'Vulnerable to poison.
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