Novel & Cerita The Wise Man's Fear

Fear was something he hasn’t felt in millenniums and if he was suddenly feeling it now, it means that a certain she-wolf was in trouble. “My Prince?” Rasmus called worriedly when he realized he could sense fear coming from the man. “Is everything okay?” he asked but the man replied by leaping out of the window and disappearing in the dark night.

Ejima continued, “Wickedness is inborn, especially when we overlook the precepts of our moral law and try to play God," “But why?” The woman asked as she turned her attention to Ejima, “Why can’t we find wisdom in all of this? Where is the place of understanding?” “Well," Ejima shrugged, "these past few years have taught me so many lessons. You see, the fear of the creator, that is wisdom.” Ejima squeezes the woman’s shoulders gently, “And to shun evil, that’s understanding.” Silence passed between them as they were lost in the gaze of each other.

“You realize that’s exactly the kind of comment that makes people question your wisdom.” “Good. If they expect wisdom from me, they’ll be disappointed very quickly.” A reluctant smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. “You are impossible.” “Yet you keep talking to me.” She rolled her eyes and looked back at the journal. “Listen to this.” She read aloud: “I feared what would happen if the kingdoms united before they learned to trust one another. I told myself a temporary division would prevent a greater catastrophe. I did not realize that fear, once planted, grows faster than truth.”

"Fear is not the opposite of love. It is the shadow of love. You cannot have one without the other." Elif looked at her sister, at the woman who had been a shadow and had become something more. "When did you get so wise?" "I have always been wise. I just did not have a body to speak the wisdom out loud." Elif laughed. It felt good to laugh, to feel joy in the middle of the fear. "Stay with me. When I tell him. I need you there." "I am not going anywhere."

"About time. You have been carrying that fear like a stone around your neck." "Someone wise recently told me that power unused is power uncontrolled." "Someone wise sounds like Sebastian being cryptic again." "He has his moments." I finished with the warrior, sending him off with instructions to rest. "But he was right. I was so focused on not being dangerous that I made myself more dangerous. Does that make sense?" "Perfect sense." Maya began organising supplies.

However, he could tell the man with triangular eyes thought he had guessed correctly to Fane’s motive. ‘Huh! So he does know the meaning of the word ‘fear’. There’s no doubt he was acting all along,’ thought the man with triangular eyes, happy that he had managed to grab hold of his weakness. He then turned to face the crowd and said, “You all heard what he said right? He must be scared to fight against Wesley to say all that. Does he seriously think he’s worthy enough for Brother Wesley to put up his wager?”

Shaking hands scrawling final words to mates, children, parents. A young warrior sits apart. Maybe nineteen. Crying silently. I move toward him. Sit beside him on the cold ground. "First battle?" I ask. He jumps. "Yes, my queen." His voice cracks. "Scared?" He hesitates. Then nods. Red creeping up his neck. "Good." I meet his gaze. "Fear keeps you alive. Use it." "How?" "Let it make you careful, not reckless. Fast, not frozen." I touch his shoulder. "Your fear means you understand what's at stake. That's wisdom, not weakness."

I am about to say something witty and sarcastic and then our phones start chiming and vibrating from our wake-up alarms. “Three-on-one in wolf form!” I yell out to the warriors. They break off into groups and get to work. I weave in and out of their circles and take mental notes. Sage would have been so proud of the she-wolves. Nobody knows where she is. Saph and Richard told me that her brain scans showed some damage to the area that controls her memory. It’s possible when she woke up, she didn’t know where she was and panicked. I just hope she is safe. I want to lead a team to look for her, but with this newest threat from Bram and The Underground, we can’t afford to send any warriors away

He roars the last word and still I am not intimidated. If he was going to kill me he would have just killed me. Something I learned as a young man, if someone tells you what they are going to do to you never fear them, it is only words. Those you should truly fear will never be foolish enough to give you warning they will simply do it. Those are the men you should fear not men of words. I smile at him and hold his gaze “Then kill me now” I hiss and I see the slight waver in his gaze that he tries to cover.

Upon seeing Owen, he exclaimed: “Oh, by the goddess, Owen, what have you done to deserve such torment?” Andreza grimaced at her brother, while Owen couldn't stop a low growl from escaping his mouth in response to the wise man's sarcasm. He shrugged indifferently and added: “Oh, whatever, but take her home, and don't come complaining to me when you wake up floating.” The wise man grumbled as he entered the hut, leaving Owen puzzled by his attitude. Andreza, however, just shrugged and said: