Цитаты из книги Feast Of Souls

Being born to royal blood means having the power of life or death over other men. Being worthy of royal blood mean accepting that burden.

"What are you looking for?" "What I hope not to find," Colivar said quietly, "but fear that I will."

Moderation and restraint are what will keep you human, Colivar had taught him. Never forget that. Sulah had asked many times why being "human" was so important, since it seemed to him that many Magisters were not. It was among the many questions his teacher had never answered.

All her years with Ethanus, she had dreamed of nothing but Gansang. Coming back to it in triumph, no longer an adolescent whore to be trod underfoot but a sorcerer of the highest order who could weave it a new fate as casually as most men ate their breakfast. But now that she was here — now that she was a Magister in…

"How odd it is, that we let go of our accustomed lives with little more than a night`s planning, but abandoning a name, that simple set of sounds, takes longer." "To change a name is to change a life," Colivar said quietly. "Yes," the prince whispered. "Just so."

Yes, he thought, with an ache in his heart, it is time for you to go. A fire that bright would burn down any house that tried to contain it.

"You," she whispered, "have given me life, and power, and the hunger to devour all the knowledge the world has to offer. What more could I ask from any teacher?" "I have not prepared you well for the outside world." "Ask rather if the world is prepared for me."

"You are a child of the city streets," he said quietly, "of the reeking mob with all its tensions, of casual violence and hot tears and the clamor of multitudes living in despair. You left those places to gain the power that would enable you to survive them. Now you have it and it stands to reason you would want to…

When one lived as long as Colivar had, divorced from all the normal rhythms of human life, one understood that the greatest danger lay not in the treachery of rivals, or even the possibility of sorcerous mishap — it lay in boredom, and the tricks a human mind might play upon itself when it had no outside matters to occupy…