The end is always bittersweet
I’ve just finished reading Inheritance. The final book in the Inheritance Cycle. I started reading this story when I was eleven years old, I grew up with the characters. As they matured so did I. But now, it’s all over. I feel a sense of achievement but also loss. The story is over and I am lost to it’s world.
But that’s the power of stories isn’t is. They make you yearn for more, even when you know that an end must come. All good things come to an end.
"Whatever you make, base it upon that which is most important to you. Only then will it have depth and meaning, and only then will it resonate with others."
"I have a new name for pain.”
“The Obliterator. Because when you’re in pain, nothing else can exist. Not thought. Not emotion. Only the drive to escape the pain. When it’s strong enough, the Obliterator strips us of everything that makes us who we are, until we’re reduced to creatures less than animals, creatures with a single desire and goal: escape.”
“A good name, then."