I have heard people say that men and the Fae are as different as dogs and wolves. While this is an easy analogy, it is far from true. Wolves and dogs are only separated by a minor shade of blood. Both howl at night. If beaten, both will bite.

No. Our people and theirs are as different as water and alcohol. In equal glasses they look the same. Both liquid. Both clear. Both wet, after a fashion. But one will burn, and the other will not. This has nothing to do with temperament or timing. These two things behave differently because they are profoundly, fundamentally not the same.

The same is true with humans and the Fae. We forget it at our peril.

—  Patrick Rothfuss, Wise Man’s Fear
The truth is that the world is full of dragons, and none of us are as powerful or cool as we’d like to be. And that sucks. But when you’re confronted with that fact, you can either crawl into a hole and quit, or you can get out there, take off your shoes, and Bilbo it up.
—  Patrick Rothfuss

So. I just finished reading The Slow Regard of Silent Things and, man, I liked it. But it wasn’t what I was expecting. I first felt disappointed (really dissapointed!) when I realized that the entire book were descriptions of Auri’s life. No dialogues, no sudden turn of events, and definetly not a first person narrative. What happened here Pat? I thought. So I just decided to read a chapter per day, even if the book is not that big, but I realized it was a book to be read with patience and I’m slow in understanding. Chapters passed, and Auri’s psycology started to make sense… I really grew fond of her. Reached half of the book, and devoured the rest very quickly. And then I certainly loved that ending and how it ties with Kvothe’s story. So… I have mixed feelings right now. It’s not a normal book, but in all it’s weirdness I liked it. Because c'mon, is Auri we are talking about! 

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From Pat’s Reddit AMA right now:

I’ve got a few things that will be happening before doors of stone:

A novella (about 22,000 words) that centers around Bast. It’s coming out in the Rouges anthology later this year.
I’m also working on another novella centering around Auri. I meant for it to be a short story, but it became a lot more than that, and right now it’s creeping up on 25,000 words.
A short novel (short for me) set in Modeg. It tells the origin stories of one of the other legendary figures in my world: Laniel young-again. (That’s probably going to be about 100-120 thousand words or so.

MY EXCITEMENT KNOWS NO BOUNDS! This is amazing. Pat, you wonderful bastard! BAST AND AURI!!!!! Other people, freak out with me! =D

Seven Words

I turned back to the woman and watched as her perfect mouth opened. She strained and drew in only the barest rasp of a breath. Her eyes were wild and wet with fear. I moved close to her and spoke in my gentlest tones. “You will be fine. All is well,” I reassured her. “You need to look in my eyes.”

Her eyes fixed on mine, then widened in recognition, in amazement. “I need you to breathe for me.” I laid one hand against her straining chest. Her skin was flushed and hot. Her heart was thrilling like a frightened bird. I laid my other hand along her face. I looked deeply into her eyes. They were like dark pools.

I leaned close enough to kiss her. She smelled of selas flower, of green grass, of road dust. I felt her strain to breathe. I listened. I closed my eyes. I heard the whisper of a name.

I spoke it soft, but close enough to brush against her lips. I spoke it quiet, but near enough so that the sound of it went twining through her hair. I spoke it hard and firm and dark and sweet.

I pulled away, watching the hope die in her eyes. “Oh, Denna. If only someone loved you.”

The Wise Man’s Fear, Patrick Rothfuss (except that last line)

Kvothe pulling a Hans?

Someone take my computer away from me. That is not the scene.