They Look At Me And I Kind

His Face Set In Grim Determination, Richard Slogged Ahead, His Fingers Reaching Up To Touch The Tooth Under His Shirt. Loneliness, Deeper Than He Had Never Known, Sagged His Shoulders. All His Friends Were Lost To Him. He Knew Now That His Life Was Not His Own. It Belonged To His Duty, To His Task. He Was The Seeker. Nothing More. Nothing Less. Not His Own Man, But A Pawn To Be Used By Others. A Tool, Same As His Sword, To Help Others, That They Might Have The Life He Had Only Glimpsed For A Twinkling. He Was No Different From The Dark Things In The Boundary. A Bringer Of Death.

It Allows You To Say Things That Sound Very Dramatic And Get Away With It. If You Had Characters In Modern Fiction Say The Same Things As They're Driving Down The Street In An Oldsmobile They'd Sound Ludicrous!

Alone, He Must Bear The Weight Of A Sin He Dare Not Confess To The One Person He Loves…and Has Lost.

Richard Thought A Moment. "i Don't Know, But We Have To Get Across The Pass. We're Too Tired To Have To Spend Tonight Fighting Shadows Again. We Must Get To The Midlands Before Dark. And This Time, I Promise I Won't Let Go Of Your Hand." Kahlan Smiled And Squeezed His Hand. I Won't Let Go Of Yours Either.

You Can Destroy Those Who Speak The Truth, But You Cannot Destroy The Truth Itself