art-is-blind:luinquesse:“Go south, Fitz. To the lands pastthe edges of every map that Verity has eve
art-is-blind:luinquesse:“Go south, Fitz. To the lands pastthe edges of every map that Verity has ever seen. And past the edgesof the maps made in those countries as well. Go south, and then eastacross a sea you have no name for. Eventually, you would come to along peninsula, and on its snaking tip you would find the villagewere a Fool was born. You might even find, still, a mother whorecalled her wormy-white babe, how she cradled me against her warmbreast and sang.”“You cannot even picture it, canyou? Let me make it harder for you. Her hair was long and dark andcurling, and her eyes were green. Fancy that! Of such rich colourswas this transparency made.”“And the fathers of the colourlesschild? Two cousins, for that was the custom of that land. One broadand swarthy and full of laughter, ruddy-lipped and brown-eyed, afarmer smelling of rich earth and open air. The other as narrow asthe one was wide, and gold to his bronze, a poet and songster,blue-eyes. And, oh, how they loved me and rejoiced in me! All thethree of them, and the village as well. I was so loved.”- The Royal AssassinThis is so perfect I can’t handle it -- source link