A couple of quotes here from Riddlemaster, in hopes I can get the Quote King to read it someday:
It is part of exchange between the two main characters, Morgon of Hed and Raederle of An, his beloved...
____________________________________________________ "I would do that for you if I could," she cried. "I would be mute, beautiful, changeless as the earth of An for you. I would be be your memory, without age, always innocent, always waiting in the King's white house at Anuin - I would do that for you and for no other man in the realm. But it would be a lie, and I will do anything but lie to you- I swear that. A riddle is a tale so familiar you no longer see it; its simply there, like the air you breathe, the ancient names of Kings echoing in the corners of your house, the sunlight in the corner of your eye; until one day you look at it and something shapeless, voiceless in you opens a third eye and sees it as you have never seen it before. Then you are left with the knowledge of the nameless question in you, and the tale that is no longer meaningless but the one thing in the world that has meaning any more." She stopped for breath; his hand had closed without gentleness, around her wrist. His face was familiar finally, questioning, uncertain. "What riddle? You came here, to this place, with a riddle?" "Where else could I go? My father was gone; I tried to find you and I couldn't. You should have known there was nothing in the world that would not change -" "What riddle?" "You're the Master here; do I have to tell even you?" His hand tightened. "No," he said, and applied himself in silence to one final riddle game within those walls. She waited, her own mind working the riddle with him, setting her name against her life, against the history of An, following strand after strand of thought that led nowhere, until at last he touched one possiblity that built evenly onto another and onto another. She felt his fingers shift. Then his head lifted slowly, until he met her eyes again and she wished that the College would dissolve into the sea. "Ylon." He let the word wear away into another silence. "I never saw it. It was always there..." he loosed her abruptly, rose and spat an ancient curse on one single tone into the shadows. It patterened the glass in the window with cracks like a spider's web. "They touched even you." She stared numbly at the place where his hand had been. She rose to leave, not knowing where in the world she could go. He caught her in one step, turned her to face him. "Do you think I care?" he demanded incredulously. "Do you think that? Who am I to judge you? I am so blind with hatred I can't even see my own land or the people I loved once. I'm hunting a man who never carried weapons in his life, to kill him while he stands facing me, against the advice of every land-ruler I have spoken to. What have you ever done in your life to make me have anything but repect for you?" "I've never done anything in my life." "You gave me truth." ____________________________________________________
Quote:"...You wanted a choice. I gave it to you. You could have taken the shape of power you learned from Ghisteslwchon: lawless, destructive, loveless. Or you could have swallowed darkness until you shaped it, understood it, and still cried out for something more. When you broke free from Ghisteslschlohm's power, why was it me you hunted, instead of him? He took the power of land-law from you. I took your trust, your love. You pursued what you valued most..."
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Our lives are the songs that sing the universe into existence.~David Zindell <i></i>
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