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Cyphus bears the blue flame.
Stercus is in thrall of iron.
Ferule chill and dark of eye.
Usnea lives in nothing but decay.
Grey Dalcenti never speaks.
Pale Alenta brings the blight.
Last there is the lord of the seven:
Hated. Hopeless. Sleepless. Sane.
Alaxel bears the shadow's hame.
Haliax - Kingkiller chronicles by Dimitar Spasov
The only way Haliax can truly die is if he kills Patrick Rothfuss, thus ending the creative force that brought him into existence. The reason Pat has taken so long to finish the book is that he constantly has to fight off the Seven
finally, we get more lore on this saga.
you have my axe.
Who keeps you safe from the Amyr? The singers? The Sithe?Â
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So, um, I tried doodling Haliax. I may rethink his outfit tho, he looks like has just been roasted at an Asmongold transmog competition XD
Haliax: Did you just refer to a knife as a people opener?
Cinder: Should I not have?
the voice came from a man who sat apart from the rest, wrapped in shadow at the edge of the fire. though the sky was still bright with sunset and nothing stood between the fire and where he sat, shadow pooled around him like thick oil. the fire snapped and danced, lively and warm, tinged with blue, but no flicker of its light came close to him. the shadow gathered thicker around his head. i could catch a glimpse of a deep cowl like some priests wear, but underneath the shadows were so deep it was like looking down a well at midnight.
the name of the wind, patrick rothfuss