MILLER, Rand - MYST The Book of Ti'ana

MYST The Book of Ti'ana

By Rand Miller

Great things are happening, Aitrus.  I had hoped... Well, that perhaps it would be we few who would be the ones to make the breakthrough.

Pg. 76

The slight edge of bitterness in Telanis's voice again surprised Aitrus. He had always viewed Guild Master as a man wholly without desire; a loyal servant, happy to do whatever was required of him.

Pg. 77

"When my father fell ill, it was decided that I should keep him on as my adviser, so that I might benefit from his experience and wisdom." Veovis smiled. "And fortunately so, for he has kept me from many an error that my youth might otherwise have led me into."

Pg. 87

It is not necessarily the originality of a young man's work but the clarity of mind it reveals that is important. I merely marked a seriousness of intent in your writings and commented upon it to the young Lord's father.

Pg. 87

He has changed. The man is not the child he was.

Pg. 88

Given the choice, Aitrus would have spent his whole life exploring; drilling through the rock and surveying. But that, he understood, was a young man's job, and he would not be a young man all his life.

Pg. 91

... It would be the Maintainers who would first establish contact, for this was a most delicate matter and it was held that only the Maintainers could be vouchsafed to undertake that task properly.

Pg. 98

The more Veovis delayed their talk, the more uncomfortable Aitrus found himself at the thought of it.

Veovis wanted to be his friend, it seemed. But why? It made little sense to him. Surely Veovis had friends enough of his own? And even if that were not so, why him? Why not someone more suited to his  social role?

Perhaps it would all come clear. Yet he doubted it. The rock was predictable. It had its moods, yet it could be read, its actions foreseen. But who could say as much of a man?

Pg. 100

It was how he had taught her. Question and answer, all day and every day; forcing her to look, to focus on what was in front of her.

Pg. 124

As she watched him unwrap it, she thought of all the gifts he had bought her over the years.

Pg. 137

...a society ought to be judged not merely by the extent of its empire but by the quality of life of all its citizens. We are a rich people. We can afford to be generous. Indeed, I would argue that it is our moral duty to be generous,

Pg. 339

It was her father's voice. It was a long time since she had heard that voice - a long, long time since she had needed the comfort of it.

Pg. 522