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over his own dark Cealdish beard. "Nothing like your marvelous facebear,

I...flipped open the lid, thinking my lute might enjoy the feel of a little sun on its strings. If you aren't a musician, I don't expect you to understand.

Congratulations, he said. "That was the stupidest thing I've ever seen." His expression was a mix of awe and disbelief. "Ever.

Beer dulls a memory, brand sets it burning, but wine is the best for a sore heart's yearning.

Ben's training has given me a memory so clean and sharp I have to be careful not to cut myself sometimes.

Just pity him, my boy. Tomorrow we'll be on our way, but he'll have to keep his own disagreeable company until the day he dies.

Lord but I dislike poetry. How can anyone remember words that aren't put to music?

Three circles. Perfect for asking. It was better to be gentle and polite. It was the worst sort of selfishness to force yourself upon the world.

A bristling fox is better than a deranged, half-shod idiot.

the best cloaks have innumerable little pockets that I have an irrational and overpowering attraction toward. As

What what," Trapis said as he hurried over to tend to her, his bare feet slapping on the floor. "What what. Hush hush.

Power is okay, and stupidity is usually harmless. Power and stupidity together are dangerous.

I want to hear you wound my lovely language with your rough barbarian tongue.

She's sweet as cream and broad of beam." - Bast

She turned and began to climb the stairs. I followed her silently, appreciating the new perspective.

Son of a bitch," I said, too stunned for proper profanity. "I've always figured him for porcine parentage myself," Wilem said dryly.

He would even sing from time to time. He had a bright, reckless tenor that was always wandering off, looking for notes in the wrong places.

But Teccam claims that out of all the spirits, only wine is suited to reminiscence. He said a good wine allows clarity and focus, while still allowing a bit of comforting coloration of the memory.

We were none of us particularly drunk. But then again, none of us were particularly sober, either. Our exact positioning between those two points is a matter of pointless conjecture, and I will waste no time on it.

ponder my vast cleverness while I sleep. Wake me when you need anything else figured out.

my safety and sanity were at stake. I believed the world was more interesting with Kvothe in it

THE TOWN WAS CALLED Hallowfell. We stopped for a handful of days because there was a good wainwright there, and nearly all our wagons needed tending or mending of some sort. While we were waiting,

inexperienced eyes, fairly attractive. The official story was that she needed someone to tutor

the only act of creation I accomplished was to magically transform nearly a gallon of coffee into marvelous, aromatic piss.