Sometimes you men are like lizards, sunning on the stones of a crumbled house, thinking: what a nice basking-spot someone built for me.


Chapter 9, Cold and Curses (p. 207) - Memory, Sorrow, and Thorn - Stone of Farewell (1990)


Sometimes you men are like lizards, sunning on the stones of a crumbled house, thinking: what a nice basking-spot someone built for me.

Sometimes you men are like lizards, sunning on the stones of a crumbled house, thinking: what a nice basking-spot someone built for me.

Sometimes you men are like lizards, sunning on the stones of a crumbled house, thinking: what a nice basking-spot someone built for me.

Sometimes you men are like lizards, sunning on the stones of a crumbled house, thinking: what a nice basking-spot someone built for me.