Nici nu mă dezmeticisem bine, că deja ajunsesem la jumătatea lui Fool’s Fate. Undeva, într-un colţior al minţii, un gând stingher aproape sufocat de tristeţe şoptea deja despre cât de repede o să se termine cartea asta frumoasă şi va trebui să spună la revedere lumii splendide construite de Robin Hobb. L-am făcut să tacă:)

Sincer, la finalul celui de-al treilea volum al seriei The Tawny Man, care la rândul său a continuat trilogia Farseer, nu rămân multe de spus. Orice referire la evenimentele din carte ar fi un spoiler, orice laudă la adresa autoarei, o repetiţie a vorbelor mele.

Atât zic doar, că Fool’s Fate e încheierea perfectă pentru povestea lui FitzChivalry Farseer. Las aici o colecţie a citatelor mele favorite din acest ultim volum şi pun cartea înapoi în bibliotecă, pe raftul „De recitit neapărat într-o bună zi, pentru că a fost prea frumoasă ca să o parcurg doar o singură dată”.

Sometimes it seems unfair that events so old can reach forward through the years, sinking claws into one’s life and twisting all that follows it. Yet perhaps that is the ultimate justice: we are the sum of all we have done added to the sum of all that has been done to us.” (p. 3)

I am not the person I was born. Neither are you. I know no one who is. Truly, Fitz, all we ever know are facets of one another. Perhaps we feel as if we know one another well when we know several facets of that person. Father, son, brother, friend, lover, husband … a man can be all of those things, yet no one person knows him in all those roles.” (pp. 50-51)

Humanity fears no rivals. (…) You think to arrange the world to your liking. So you map the land and draw lines across it, claiming ownership simply because you can draw a picture of it. The plants that grow and the beats that rove, you mark as your own, claiming not only what lives today, but what might grow tomorrow, to do with as you please. Then, in your conceit and aggression, you wage wars and slay one another  over the lines you have imagined on the world’s face.” (p. 60)

All of life is in our minds. Where else does it take place, where else do we add up what it means to us and subtract what we have lost? An event is just an event until some person attaches a meaning to it.” (p. 368)

Despair threatened to engulf me. Then the wolf in me dismissed it. We were still alive and moving. There was hope.” (p. 423)

There are always choices. But sometimes, there are no good ones.” (p. 428)

It was the fierceness of a stallion defending his heard, the savagery of a wolf or bear that protects its cubs, compounded more from love of what he protected than hatred of what he battled.” (p. 547)

Almost, I wished I could be as simple as he was, and accept that people truly meant the expressions they wore.” (p. 566)

No wolf wastes time on vengeance (…). When people look most vicious, what you are seeing is not their animal side. It is the savagery than only humans can muster.” (p. 581)

(…) home is people. Not a place. If you go back there after the people are gone, then all you can see is what is not there anymore.” (p. 672)

Maybe you have to keep your pain and loss to know that you can survive whatever life deals you. Perhaps without putting your pain in its place in your life, you become something of a coward.” (p. 710)