Belgariad: a strange magpie (Silk)
May. 3rd, 2009 07:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Silk is a dedicated collector: of truth, lies, and the strange in-between that is both. He finds secrets in the downward twist of lips, in strictly guarded safes, and in the almost unnoticeable glint of weaponry. The world is a treasure-chest, people puzzle pieces, and Silk’s eyes are always sharp.
Silk collects secrets; some of them are even his own.
Everywhere he goes, Silk carries weapons, gold, trinkets--necessities, all of them, but none quite so valuable as the collection of people he’s been: names, and faces, and histories. Prince Kheldar one moment, Ambar of Kotu the next, and each man as real as the next.
It is a brilliant game, and anything but.
Silk’s collection has grown vast: secrets, lies, lives.
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Silk is a dedicated collector: of truth, lies, and the strange in-between that is both. He finds secrets in the downward twist of lips, in strictly guarded safes, and in the almost unnoticeable glint of weaponry. The world is a treasure-chest, people puzzle pieces, and Silk’s eyes are always sharp.
Silk collects secrets; some of them are even his own.
Everywhere he goes, Silk carries weapons, gold, trinkets--necessities, all of them, but none quite so valuable as the collection of people he’s been: names, and faces, and histories. Prince Kheldar one moment, Ambar of Kotu the next, and each man as real as the next.
It is a brilliant game, and anything but.
Silk’s collection has grown vast: secrets, lies, lives.
