#round 2 fkcp
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Mola: "You have a hell of a lot of nerve to lie right to my face,” she said, her eyes flat and angry as a cat’s. “Thank goodness you didn’t want to insult my intelligence or anything.”
Kvothe: "I tread paths by moonlight that others fear to speak of during day. I have talked to gods, loved women, and written songs that make the minstrels weep. You may have heard of me."
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Denna: “Did you ever hear the story about the boy with the golden arrows? That always bothered me when I was young. You must want to kill someone really badly to shoot a gold arrow at him. Why not just keep the gold and go home?”
Trapis: "Sometimes it seemed that Trapis alone was trying to care for all the hopeless creatures in our corner of Tarbean. In return we loved him with a silent ferocity that only animals can match."
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Fela: "Like one of those silly girls in those stories my mother used to read me. I always hated them. I used to ask, ‘Why doesn’t she push the witch out the window? Why doesn’t she poison the ogre’s food? Why does she just sit there waiting to be saved? Why doesn’t she save herself?’”
Wilem: "Back home we say: the tallest nail gets hammered down first. He frowned. “It sounds better in Siaru.”
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Elodin: "Using words to talk of words is like using a pencilto draw a picture of itself, on itself. Impossible. Confusing. Frustrating. But there are other ways to understanding. Look! Blue! Blue! Blue!"
Abenthy: "No Horoscopes. No Love Potions. No Malefaction."
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Lorren: "I have a great respect for curiosity."
Devi: "Welcome to the game. Thanks for playing."
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Kilvin: "Chan Vaen edan Kote...Expect disaster every seven years."
Simmon: "Am I your touchstone or not? This is going to get tedious if I have to tell you everything three times before you listen.”
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Auri: “She knew the true shape of the world. All else was shadow and the sound of distant drums.”
Vashet: "That is my name. Vashet. The Hammer. The Clay. The Spinning Wheel. I am what shapes and sharpens, or destroys."
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