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Unsouled (Cradle, #1) QUOTES

Unsouled (Cradle, #1) QUOTES

1 " Only storms turn fish into dragons, "

― Will Wight , Unsouled (Cradle, #1)

2 " There are a million Paths in this world, Lindon, but any sage will tell you they can all be reduced to one. Improve yourself. "

― Will Wight , Unsouled (Cradle, #1)

3 " When a traveler cannot find a path, sometimes he must make his own. "

― Will Wight , Unsouled (Cradle, #1)

4 " I have so little. To a beggar, even scraps become a feast. "

― Will Wight , Unsouled (Cradle, #1)

5 " The son of a cripple might be a cripple, but the son of tigers won’t be a dog. "

― Will Wight , Unsouled (Cradle, #1)

6 " The very idea beggared his imagination, but that only meant his imagination was too limited. "

― Will Wight , Unsouled (Cradle, #1)

7 " Fate is not fair, but it is just. Hard work is never in vain…even when it does not achieve what you wished. "

― Will Wight , Unsouled (Cradle, #1)

8 " But the foundation of any Path is learning to accept the world as it is, not as you wish or even observe it to be. "

― Will Wight , Unsouled (Cradle, #1)

9 " the foundation of any Path is learning to accept the world as it is, not as you wish or even observe it to be. "

― Will Wight , Unsouled (Cradle, #1)

10 " the Treasure Hall… “Dragon fever,” Yerin said from the front of the cloud. Lindon jerked up, startled out of his daydreams. “Dragon?” She laughed into the wind as they skipped off of a outcropping, floating down to land above the ground again. “That’s what master would say. Sacred arts are expensive, and it takes a pile of pills and treasures to advance. It’s when you get lost in gold for it’s own sake, that’s the dragon fever.” Lindon’s face heated. She’d seen through him without even looking at him. "

― Will Wight , Unsouled (Cradle, #1)

11 " Sacred Valley is too soft. Only storms turn fish into dragons, and there are no storms here. "

― Will Wight , Unsouled (Cradle, #1)

12 " stone, even though every tiny motion of his head was agony. Deret snorted in disgust, tossing the empty box down so that it clattered next to Lindon’s face. He stepped heavily on Lindon’s arm as he walked away, his footsteps retreated into the distance as Lindon was swallowed by pain and shame. It was one thing having everyone know that you were weak, but it was many times worse to be beaten like a stray dog and left in the street. He wished desperately to lose consciousness. Instead, he heard the murmurs of disciples around him. They whispered to "

― Will Wight , Unsouled (Cradle, #1)

13 " When there’s only one road forward, take it with a smile. "

― Will Wight , Unsouled (Cradle, #1)

14 " The boy had to have known it was useless. [He knew,] her Presence confirmed. And he tried anyway, Suriel thought. This was the sort of person the Abidan were created to save: the weak who stood against the strong. The sort of person the Phoenix was meant to save. The sort of person who might, with a little outside help, even reach beyond their fate. "

― Will Wight , Unsouled (Cradle, #1)

15 " before their clan’s elders. They wear clothes too formal for them: layered robes of muted color for the boys, intricate shadesilk wraps for the girls. Parents line the walls nearby, anxious to hear the nature of their children laid bare. One by one, the children step before their clan’s First Elder. He holds a shallow bowl, twice as wide as a dinner plate, that holds nothing more than still water. But it is not water, the parents know. It is madra, raw power of spirit, purified and distilled. The material from which souls are made. "

― Will Wight , Unsouled (Cradle, #1)

16 " count on that. The Sword Sage was their priority. The Starlotus bud would help him break through to Copper almost immediately, and he had to remind himself more than a dozen times that it would be foolish to eat it now. The ancestral orus fruit had taken him days to digest, and the Starlotus should take even longer. The last thing he needed was something in his own core distracting him when he might need to fight. Even so, he longed to swallow at "

― Will Wight , Unsouled (Cradle, #1)