Hrathen Quotes

Despite that loyalty, Hrathen had never felt what Dilaf now expressed. Hrathen had no hatreds so severe that he wept, no loves so profound that he would risk everything in their name. He had always believed that he was the perfect follower of Jaddeth; that his Lord needed levelheadedness more than He needed unbridled ardor. Now, however, he wondered.

Omin smiled again. “You act as if truth were something to be influenced by persistence, Hrathen.” “I’m not speaking of truth or falsehood; I am simply referring to physical inevitability. You cannot stand against Fjorden—and where Fjorden rules, Shu-Dereth teaches.” “One cannot separate truth from actions, Hrathen,” Omin said with a shake of his bald head. “Physically inevitable or not, truth stands above all things. It is independent of who has the best army, who can deliver the longest sermons, or even who has the most priests. It can be pushed down, but it will always surface. Truth is the one thing you can never intimidate.

They made promises of eternity, but they couldn't even maintain their own divinity. We listened to them for centuries, and were rewarded with a group of impotent, vile cripples." "You hate them because they disappointed you," Hrathen said.

Ironically, by opening himself to truth, Hrathen had also exposed himself to the guilt of his past atrocities.

At night, when all melted into a uniform blackness, Hrathen could almost see Elantris's grandeur.

At night, when all melted into a uniform blackness, Hrathen could almost see Elantris's grandeur.

The creature took off with its companions - its pack. "So this is what the Reod did," Hrathen mused to himself. "It made beasts out of gods.

A man can force himself to hate if he wishes, especially if he convinces himself that it is for a higher good.” “The oppression of the few brings salvation to the many?” Omin asked, a slight smile on his face, as if he found the concept ridiculous. “You’d best not mock, Arelene,” Hrathen warned. “You have few options, and we both know the least painful one will require you to do as I do.” “To profess hatred where I have none? I will never do that, Hrathen.” “Then you will become irrelevant,” Hrathen said simply.

Omin smiled again. “You act as if truth were something to be influenced by persistence, Hrathen.

A man can force himself to hate if he wishes, especially if he convinces himself that it is for a higher good.” “The oppression of the few brings salvation to the many?” Omin asked, a slight smile on his face, as if he found the concept ridiculous. “You’d best not mock, Arelene,” Hrathen warned. “You have few options, and we both know the least painful one will require

Tandis que le voile de la mort tombait sur lui, Hrathen écarta toutes les questions. Il ne voyait plus que le visage soucieux de Sarène, il ne pensait plus qu'à elle. La femme qui l'avait détruit. A cause d'elle, le gyorn avait trouvé le courage de rejeter les mensonges auxquels il avait cru toute sa vie. Elle ne saurait jamais qu'il l'avait aimée. "Adieu, ma princesse", pensa-t-il. "Jaddeth, prends pitié de mon âme. J'ai fait du mieux que j'ai pu.

As the man rose, Hrathen studied his eyes. There was respect there, but not as much penitence as the arteth was trying to show. He looked more confused than anything; he was amazed and unsettled, but he was not pleased. The battle was not over yet.

- Dar armura e doar de ochii lumii... - Ar fi trebuit să știi deja, Dilaf, spuse Hrathen. Își ridică brațul împlătoșat și îl izbi pe călugăr în față. Deși osul crescut nefiresc rezistase loviturii de pumn, pârâi sub oțel cu un sunet care îl umplu pe Hrathen de satisfacție. - Nimic din ce fac eu nu e de ochii lumii!

Except perhaps his way was wrong. Wyrn’s patience seemed only slightly greater than Dilaf’s—the three-month time limit proved that much. Suddenly Hrathen felt an extreme sense of urgency. Wyrn meant his words: Unless Hrathen converted Arelon, the country would be destroyed. “Great Jaddeth Below…” Hrathen whispered, invoking his deity’s name. Right or wrong, he didn’t want the blood of an entire kingdom—even a heretical one—on his hands. He must succeed.

I visited one of Hrathen’s sermons,” Shuden said. “He doesn’t preach from his heart, Lady Sarene, he preaches from his mind. He looks for numbers in his conversions, paying no attention to the faith of his followers. This is dangerous.