Wisdom So Sweet: Lore Set #1

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1. Our wisdom flows so sweet. Taste and see.

TRANSMIT – initiate the Ptolemaic signal – RECEIVE – initiate the Hidden One frequency – DOWNLOAD – initiate The Creed – PEACE ON EARTH – initiate the uprising protocol – COUNTER-CULTURE WITH BITE – initiate the shadow war cadence – A SALE ON LEARNING – the white spectrum – WITNESS – The Assassins.

 

Spoilers through chapter 2. 2. We see you, lost eagle, flung far from your nest. You are scooped up gently, placed in an alternate nest made of concrete and steel, dripping with honey. We hope you enjoy your stay, sweetling.

 

Spoilers through chapter 3. The green signal keeps a butterfly farm of insects frantically flapping their wings. They keep careful notes trying to construct a harmony from each breath of air. Language is just as much about where the words end as it is about each sound in cadence. Without an understanding of the pattern, how can you even begin to understand? Complexity and simplicity are both vital to construct meaning.

 

Spoilers through chapter 4. 2. The eagle perches in the shadow of the cross. The shadow is long indeed. From this angle, it looks like a tombstone. The knights like it that way. History and reverence are never buried, even when found in a graveyard. They bleed red. Under the lights, the uniforms are stained with noble fervor. Yet like any other beast those who cannot adapt will, eventually, perish.

 

Spoilers through chapter 10. 5. Hark, the heralds sing of a purgatory postponed. Sooner or later, though, the appointment must be kept. Dark days are coming.

 

Spoilers through chapter 17. 3. Dead letters say the Hashashin, the Medjay, the Assassins are of the past. Living flesh states otherwise. Between everything and nothing, where is the truth? Ours, assert the boys in blue. In the shadow of the cross, claim the knights. The mathematicians of chaos seek it to this day. Born to the purple, whisper the sailors. The technicolor adjudicators prepare it for print. The pirate signal sings the sweetest of lies. Others say nothing, or dress up empty lies in pretty baubles and flashing lights. The eagle’s eyes see and weigh and judge.

 

Spoilers through chapter 9. 4. Initiate the secret histories. Not yours, sweetling. You have drunk more deeply of the past than most mayflies. From a glass chrysalis, you emerged, shivering, but you have yet to open your wings and fly on strange currents. The truth may be buried, but knowledge cannot be forgotten, only postponed. It can be found, if you know where to dig. Make the right choices, and be mindful of the voices.

 

Spoilers up through chapter 4 of Echoes from an Endless Night. Ssssssssssssssss—I am the pirate signal—let me in.

Thought I should introduce myself. I’m the message. I’m John. If you’re gonna be a regular lissssssssssstener, we should get to know each other, don’t you think?

Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen – No, don’t adjust that dial, Chuck, just keep your eyes open and your ears peeled.

 

Spoilers through chapter 21. I thought I was special, Chuck. I thought we had something, and a gentleman never kisses and tellsssssss.

Ah, but who are we kidding? Neither of us have ever been gentlemen, have we? I’ll show you mine if you show me yours. The life of a bartender, that’s got to be worth a broadcast or two. Sure, that’s starting early, but I want to see it all.