"How odd to watch a mortal kindle,
Then to dwindle day by day,
Knowing their bright souls are tinder,
And the wind will have its way.
Would i could my own fire lend,
What does your flickering portend?"
Bast
The Name Of The Wind
Patrick Rothfuss
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