Book: The Saga of the Seer

Something you can learn on the written page, but some things first, learn the hands and the heart of man, and then his head.

The white light is darkness incredible things, and they are all the shit real, that's just not their kind, and who has seen, and he does not want to believe.

I suddenly wanted to go back again to use each day. Time. I was imprisoned in it, in tiny piece of the present. All these "soon" and "tomorrow" were apparitions, ready at any moment to dissolve into nothingness. Intentions meant nothing. I have had nothing but "now".

- I've always believed, perhaps childishly, that nothing like that can happen to a person who follows the rules. After that, I felt... cheated. Stupid. Gullible. I thought that the ideals can protect me. Honor, courtesy, justice... they are not real, Fitz. We all trust them and trying to hide behind them as a shield. But they guard only from those who have the same shields. Against those who rejected them, they are powerless.

One thing I had grasped in his travels. The fact that one district cannot afford, for another - a thing absolutely normal. Fish, which bakkie we would not have to feed and the cat is considered a delicacy in the Inland Duchies. In some places water is a precious thing. In other the continuous flow of the river is annoying, and threatening dangers. Beautiful leather, pottery, glass, transparent as air, exotic flowers... All that I have seen in such huge quantities that the people who possessed it, did not feel rich.
So, magic in large quantities can also be commonplace. And then the object of fear and awe, it turns into material for road paving or signal poles. Such extravagance is staggering the alien.

Time is something invented by people for their own concern. If you want to catch, you have to hunt, that's all. You can't say hunt is too long, I just want to eat. All is one. Hunting is the beginning of the meal.
Why would you cut your life into pieces and give those pieces names? Hours, days. It's like a rabbit. If I killed a rabbit, I eat rabbit. When you get the rabbit, you cut it into pieces and call it bones, meat, fur and guts. And you can't get enough.
Stop whining and just do what you want.

Once when I was very young, I asked him did he ever lose a fight. He just tamed the skittish young horse and calmed him in the stall. Barric smiled, revealing large, like a wolf, teeth. Drops of sweat trickled down his cheeks. He answered me through the partition of the stall:
- Lose the fight? still panting he asked. - The battle is not over until you win, Fitz. It is very easy to remember. Regardless of what the other person believes. Or a horse.

She desperately wants you to have at least something happened. She continues to test you, hoping that you'll manifest some sudden talent so she can brag about you and tell people: "Look, see? I told you what it was." Well, I have my own boys and I know that with them it does not happen. They do not learn and grow, and they have no manners, when you look at them. But once you look away and then look at them again - and, please, they have become smarter, and higher, and enchant everyone except their own mothers.