I don't speak fluent bumpkin. by Patrick Rothfuss

I don't speak fluent bumpkin.

Patrick Rothfuss

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I walked across the polished marble floor and sat on a red velvet lounging couch. I idly wondered how exactly one was supposed to lounge. I couldn't remember ever doing it myself. After a moment's consideration, I decided lounging was probably similar to relaxing, but with more money in your pocket.

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velvet red pockets

I knelt and opened up my lute case. Moving the lute aside, I pressed the lid of the secret compartment and twisted it open. I slid Threpe's sealed letter inside, where it joined the hollow horn with Nina's drawing and a small sack of dried apple I had stowed there. There was nothing special about the dried apple, but in my opinion if you have a secret compartment in your lute case and don't use it to hide things, there is something terribly, terribly wrong with you.

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The second was some rather bad poetry, but it was short, and I forced my way through by gritting my teeth and occasionally closing one eye so as not to damage the entirety of my brain.

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teeth eye brain

Elodin looked at me. "What a remarkably honest threat," he said. "Normally they're much more growlish and gristly than that." "Gristly?" I asked, emphasizing the 't.' "Don't you mean grisly?" "Both," he said. "Usually there's a lot of, 'I'll break your knees. I'll break your neck.'" He shrugged. "Makes me think of gristle, like when you're boning a chicken.

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knees mean thinking

You never do things the easy way, do you?" she said. "There's an... by Patrick Rothfuss

You never do things the easy way, do you?" she said. "There's an easy way?" I asked.

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easy said way

What do they do to students at the University who eavesdrop?” Bast asked curiously. “I haven’t the slightest idea. I was never caught. I think making you sit and listen to the rest of my story should be punishment enough.

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punishment ideas thinking

All stories are true. by Patrick Rothfuss

All stories are true.

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stories

All stories are true," Skarpi said. "But this one really happened... by Patrick Rothfuss

All stories are true," Skarpi said. "But this one really happened, if that's what you mean.

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stories said mean

Some of my Arcanum bunkmates taught me a card game called dogs-breath. I returned the favor by giving an impromptu lesson in psychology, probability, and manual dexterity. I won almost two whole talents before they stopped inviting me back to their games.

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dog games two

Everyone knew what he was thinking. Certainly there were demons in the world. But they were like Tehlu’s 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 didn’t stomp one to death on the road to Baedn-Bryt. It was ridiculous.

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angel kings hero

Over his own dark Cealdish beard. "Nothing like your marvelous fa... by Patrick Rothfuss

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

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marvelous beard dark

I’d heard he had started a fistfight in one of the seedier local taverns because someone had insisted on saying the word “utilize” instead of “use.

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taverns use heard

He hesitated, then lifted his head and sniffed. “Have you been drinking?” The question was more curious than accusatory. “No,” Bast said. The innkeeper raised an eyebrow. “I’ve been tasting,” Bast said, emphasizing the word. “Tasting comes before drinking.

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curious eyebrows drinking

The seeds of the past bear fruit in the present. by Patrick Rothfuss

The seeds of the past bear fruit in the present.

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fruit bears past

To be both rich and handsome was bad enough. But to have a voice like honey over warm bread on top of that was simply inexcusable.

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handsome voice honey

...it is better to have a mouthful of poison than a secret of the... by Patrick Rothfuss

...it is better to have a mouthful of poison than a secret of the heart.

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poison secret heart

I have heard what poets write about women. They rhyme and rhapsodize and lie. I have watched sailors on the shore stare mutely at the slow-rolling swell of the sea. I have watched old soldiers with hearts like leather grow teary-eyed at their king's colors stretched against the wind. Listen to me: these men know nothing of love. You will not find it in the words of poets or the longing eyes of sailors. If you want to know of love, look to a trouper's hands as he makes his music. A trouper knows.

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kings love-you lying

Ambrose, your presence is the horseshit frosting on the horseshit cake that is the admissions interview process.

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cake interviews process

However, while being able to think about two things at the same time is a terribly convenient, the training it takes to get there is frustrating at best, and at other times rather disturbing. I remember one time I looked for the stone for almost an hour before I consented to ask the other half of me where I'd hidden it, only to find I hadn't hidden the stone at all. I had merely been waiting to see how long I would look before giving up. Have you ever been annoyed and amused with yourself at the same time? It's an interesting feeling, to say the very least.

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giving-up two thinking

Thieves, Heretics, and Whores by Patrick Rothfuss

Thieves, Heretics, and Whores

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heretic thieves