#torvald nom

[unbound-shade]

From today's reading.

"Hatred is a most pernicious weed, finding root in any kind of soil. It feeds on itself.’ ‘With words.’ ‘Indeed, with words. Form an opinion, say it often enough and pretty soon everyone’s saying it right back at you, and then it becomes a conviction, fed by unreasoning anger and defended with weapons of fear. At which point, words become useless and you’re left with a fight to the death."

Torvald Nom to Karsa Orlong

Steven Erikson, House of Chains, 4th Malazan Book of the Fallen

[whiskeyjack-bridgeburner]

'How is it,' he asked under his breath, of no one, 'that complete idiots just live on, and on? And on?'

Torvald Nom Toll the Hounds The Malazan Book of the Fallen by Steven Erikson

[gedoran]

He set his elbows on the desk, cupped his head in his hands. 'Bit this is terrible... Tiserra will kill me! One day I leave for work and when I come home it's hello dear your husband has a seat on the council! Rather a shock.'

[elan-morin-tedronai]

Torvald Nom: hoe don’t do it Karsa: *does the thing* Torvald Nom: Beru fend!

[zsoszy]

I have started to read the 'House of Chains'.

So far, I can say that Torvald Nom is my favorite (new) character of this book. I imagine him with a slight nasal voice and with a pointy nose.

[elan-morin-tedronai]

One of the many reasons I love my brother

A conversation between us just now...

Him: Going to have breakfast

Me: nom

Him: Torvald?

Me: Rallick.

Him: Ok.

[fuckyeahmalazan]

There's little value in seeking to find reasons for why people do what they do, or feel the way they feel. Hatred is a most pernicious thing, finding root in any kind of soil. It feeds on itself.

Torvald Nom

[figmentsoutoffundamentals]

It's well known that Seven Cities was a rat's warren of feuds and civil wars, leaving most of the population suffering and miserable and starving under the heels of fat warlords and corrupt priest-kings. And that, with the Malazan conquest, the thugs ended up spiked to the city walls or on the run. And the wilder tribes no longer sweep down out of the hills to deliver mayhem on their more civilized kin. And the tyranny of the priesthoods was shattered, putting an end to human sacrifice and extortion. And of course the merchants have never been richer, or safer on these roads. So, all in all, this land is rife for rebellion.

Torvald Nom