Everyone knew what he was thinking. Certainly there were demons in the world. But they were like Tehluโs 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 didnโt stomp one to death on the road to Baedn-Bryt. It was ridiculous.
Patrick RothfussThe Waystone was his, just as the third silence was his. This was appropriate, as it was the greatest silence of the three, wrapping the others inside itself. It was deep and wide as autumnโs ending. It was heavy as a great river-smooth stone. It was the patient, cut-flower sound of a man who is waiting to die.
Patrick RothfussWhen someone tells you a piece of their life, they're giving you a gift, not granting you your due.
Patrick Rothfuss