Highlights from ‘The Path Of Daggers’

My favourite quotes from The Path Of Daggers: Book 8 of the Wheel of Time by Robert Jordan.

  • “Be certain to hold your tongue, Verin Mathwin, or you will use it to howl.”  (Page 21)
  • The Fisher was always worked as a man, a bandage blinding his eyes and one hand pressed to his side, a few drops of blood dripping through his fingers.  (Page 34)
  • she could tell you to your face that you were a blind idiot, yet let anyone else say it, and she would defend you until she went hoarse. (Page 72)

And this one is a good moral for work, or sometimes, writing too/l

  • You hammered the iron that lay on your anvil instead of daydreaming about working silver. (Page 160)

 

  • Faile was smiling, pride shining through the sweat on her face. Her look washed away some of Perrin’s revulsion. He would walk barefoot through fire for that look. (Page 176)
  • …he could not pick one from another, yet these women smelled like wolves studying a tethered goat. (Page 223)
  • If need demanded, she would use them both for mulch, and others too, but she did not intend to lose either because they grew careless. (Page 286)
  • Despite the men following, he felt alone. Despite the Power, he felt empty. (Page 305)
  • But she still carried compassion in her eyes as she herded them out. (Page 321)
  • Exhaustion made as thick a blanket over the camp as the snow. (Page 331)
  • The only one not in fine array, he looked as he always did, plain and slightly battered. A rock that had weathered storms and would outlast more to come. (Page 375)
  • “If all we’ve heard is true, then at best, allowing you to pass through Andor unhindered may seem like giving aid, or even alliance, in the eyes of the White Tower. Failure to oppose you might mean learning what the grape learns in the winepress.” (Page 383)

I’ve written before about the over-abundance of Siuan’s fishing analogies. This paragraph then stuck out like the proverbial sore thumb:

  • Siuan snorted. “I don’t mind sailing the Fingers of the Dragon in the dark if I must,” she muttered half under her breath. “We discussed that; we weighed the dangers, and anyway, there doesn’t seem to be a gull’s last dinner for choice. But you have to set a fire on deck just to make things interesting. Netting lionfish isn’t enough for you. You have to stuff a prickleback down your dress, too. You aren’t content trying to wade a school of silverpike—” (Page 390)

An excellent description of being surrounded by enemies:
(a sigil is a banner which shows the allegiance of the soldiers who follow it).

  • Half the sigils I saw out there belong to men who’d bite their tongues if they saw a fellow behind you with a knife, and most of the rest to men who’d try to hold your attention. If they hadn’t paid the knife man in the first place.” (Page 453)
  • When you die, people begin to forget, who you were and what you did, or tried to do. Everybody dies eventually, and everybody is forgotten, eventually, but there’s no bloody point dying before your time comes.” (Page 463)
  • A raken appeared in the east ahead, skimming low over the treetops, twisting and turning to follow the curves of the land like a man running his hand down a woman’s back. (Page 479)
  • “Do you think to abandon your men?” Jadranka snarled. “We rally them and attack, you—!” He cut off, gurgling, as Karede’s swordpoint went neatly into his throat. There were times fools could be tolerated, and times not. (Page 482)
  • Sword in hand, Bashere barely reined in before leaping from his saddle. (Page 489)
  • Semaradrid looked like a man who had eaten an entire bowl of bad plums; (Page 504)
  • when I first had the suspicion you might be suckling at your mother’s breast. Just before I decided to go back into retirement. Babes are messy things, and I could not see how to find you before you stopped dripping at one end or the other.” (Page 587)
  • Trust was a knife, and the hilt was as sharp as the blade. (Page 620)
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