You soon learn thereโs no elegance or dignity in death if you spend time in the castle kitchens. You learn how ugly it is, and how good it tastes.
Mark LawrenceMemory is all we are. Moments and feelings, captured in amber, strung on filaments of reason. Take a manโs memories and you take all of him. Chip away a memory at a time and you destroy him as surely as if you hammered nail after nail through his skull.
Mark LawrenceDo you know why the leaves change colour?... Before a tree sheds a leaf it pumps it full of all the poison it can't rid itself of otherwise. That red there--that's a man's skin blotching with burst veins after an assassin spikes his last meal with roto-weed. The poison spreading through him before he dies.
Mark LawrenceI think maybe we die every day. Maybe we're born new each dawn, a little changed, a little further on our own road. When enough days stand between you and the person you were, you're strangers. Maybe that's what growing up is. Maybe I have grown up.
Mark Lawrence