There's an idiom he's always liked, along with the ones about broken mirrors and tossing bricks to attract jade. It goes: don't curse the rain when you can find an umbrella instead.
Stitches (fire emblem: path of radiance)
Longing for purpose, village physician Rhys follows a dashing red-haired knight to a world of intrigue and adventure.
The Warmth on the Mountain (assassin's creed odyssey)
Brasidas remembers lying on the lonely deck of his relief-ship and speculating what it might feel like to see her again.
assassin's creed odyseey
This would not fix it, I knew. Forcing my way to a place I had not earned, to rifle through its souls and take the one I wanted - like a fox stealing an egg. This alone would not make the world right, or my life suddenly easy and free. But I could not always explain the things I did.
The Eighty-Seventh Stair (kingdom come: deliverance)
He was Henry of the thicket and thrush, of wind through the woodruff, of the clear-cold-bright of stars in deadwinter black. Lord of hammers, charitably; master of the shape and the bend, of a pair of sturdy fluted tongs and deerskin gloves, of burn-boils and brittle sloughing skin. Herdmaster of one and master of a free dog, a dog never leashed, a fleet and simple creature capable of running wherever and whenever it wished.
Golden Kennel, Silver Key (elden ring)
Mine is a story of insurrection. Of faith and heresy. Of making, and unmaking, and the madness that paves the road between.