monk-caster

Others kneel, and speak, and hold a symbol up between themselves and the dark. You keep none of the three, because you understood one…

Your master made you copy the same character ten thousand times before you were allowed to throw a single punch, and only when your…

You do not cast spells; you sweat them. Somewhere in your blood or your training a fire was lit that never went out, and…

You did not learn this from a book, and nobody granted it to you: you were marked, and each mark was a promise made…

Everything is already vibrating — the stone under the road, the water in the cistern, the marrow in your own femur — and almost…

Everyone has an animal self; almost no one ever meets it. You did — in fever, in initiation, in the dark treeline before dawn…

The oldest story your teachers tell has no name in it: someone hung nine nights on a tree in the wind, wounded and given…

You do not cast spells. You attain, and the attaining is the hard part, not the power: behind the stillness other people mistake for…

There is a door in every dying thing, and someone has to keep it. The keeper is not there to bar it: the dead…

There is a current running under the world — through stone, along rivers, down the spine of every mountain range — and it is…

You learned to fight the way you learned to dance, which is to say you learned them as the same thing. Somewhere behind the…