Everyone knew what he was thinking. Certainly there were demons in the world. But they were like Tehlu’s angels. They were like heroes and kings. They belonged in stories. They belonged out there. Taborlin the Great called up fire and lightning to destroy demons. Tehlu broke them in his hands and sent them howling into the nameless void. Your childhood friend didn’t stomp one to death on the road to Baedn-Bryt. It was ridiculous.

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Thieves, Heretics, and Whores

You,” I said, “are sweet music in a distant room.

I have had a few gentlemen let me know they find my manly beardiness somewhat alluring. Never any ladies though.

You can have an interesting story about a person living an interesting life. And if it's done well, that is just as engaging as the end of the world. A million people dying - we can't process. One person, we can process.

If your name is getting too heavy, you should have Kvothe give you a new one.