Make no mistake, he was not a soft man. There were hard lines in the set of his jaw and shoulders  and stinging seaspray in his mouth. He had a hard time trusting others. When he awoke after I pulled his frigid body from the sea, he wouldn’t speak to me. Not for days. He just watched, following me with eyes as sharp as the rocks on the shore. I think he may have been afraid of me.
    He...

When all had withered and died, we pulled one another from the fresh soil. Lazy, I took you in my arms and kissed you. Where our lips met, a tree grew. And casting our eyes toward the sky, the sun shone on our face and made us new.

It may have been nighttime, but the city was alive with violence. The men of Yharnam patrolled the streets in broken groups, searching for the monsters that threatened their families. From my point on the rooftops, I watched a lupine beast round a corner and tear toward a group of the hunters.
    The wolf-beast took one Yharnamite in its claws and rent his body apart in a second's time. The man's compatriots moved wildly into action, swinging axes...

"Are you ill?" She knelt next to the shaking form of a man in a dark and tangled wood. "Are you hurt?"

She moved his hands away from his stomach to reveal an arrow with pale blue fletching. Bright red blood soaked his clothes around the wound, growing with every passing second. The shot was from an expert's hand, and they did not miss. He would not survive.

"Please, " The man croaked. "Help me."

"I will, I will," She...

Reveal to me the wide expanse of the stars. Guide my hands along their shapes and yours, and tell me the cosmos’ hidden names. Share with me the dark pieces of the night you see. Grant me your repose, and let us share little loves.

    Wander with words among your thoughts. Make my lap your pillow and I’ll play with your hair as I follow with words of my own. Let us move in small circles about one another...

"It was night again. The Waystone Inn lay in silence, and it was a silence of three parts."

    There is something special about The Name of The Wind, the first book in Patrick Rothfuss' fantasy trilogy The Kingkiller Chronicle. I was recommended this book as a junior by my precalculus teacher, who always tried to get me to stop reading while in his class. When I was unable to be convinced, he put this book into my hands, the...