tragendy

Kvothe looked at Bast for a long moment. __h Bast,_ he said softly to his student. His smile was gentle and sad. __ know what sort of story I__ telling. This is no comedy.___his is the end of the story, Bast. We all know that._ Kvothe__ voice was matter-of-fact, as casual as if he were describing yesterday__ weather. __ have led an interesting life, and this reminiscence has a certain sweetness to it. But . . .__vothe drew a deep breath and let it out gently. _. . . but this is not a dashing romance. This is no fable where folk come back from the dead. It__ not a rousing epic meant to stir the blood. No.We all know what kind of story this is.