Peter V. Brett
Peter V. Brett was born on February 8, 1973, in New Rochelle. He holds citizenship in Zimbabwe and writes in English, a combination that reflects a life with connections reaching beyond a single country.
Brett works as a novelist, and his path toward that career included studies at the University at Buffalo. Writing in English, he has worked as both a writer and a novelist, and the Library of Congress catalogues him under the authorized label "Brett, Peter V."
Among his works, The Painted Man stands out as a notable title directly associated with his name in the available record. It is the work most clearly documented in connection with his career as a novelist writing in English.
Brett's biography, as the current record shows it, places his origins in New Rochelle, his education at the University at Buffalo, his citizenship in Zimbabwe, and his occupation as a novelist. The Painted Man remains the concrete anchor in the documentation of his work.
Quotes by Peter V. Brett
Entitlements. Leesha hated the word, too, but not for the same reason as Arther. It was a cold word, used by those with full bellies to bemoan feeding those without.
War is, at its crux, deception, Dama Khevat taught. A great leader must hold his deceit so close that even he himself does not think on it until the time to strike.
Every day away from succor was another night spent outside with the corelings, and not even Arlen took that lightly, but he had a deep and driving need to see things that no other man had seen, to go places no other man had gone. He had been eleven when he ran away from home. Now he was twenty, and had seen more of the world than any but a handful of other men.
Kaji’s ways,” Abban said. “Interpreted by corrupt Damaji to their own ends over the centuries.
Even after all these years, there was something he knew he needed to prove. To himself, and to the night.
That is faith. You cannot measure it with weights and doses like your herbs. You cannot classify it in your books, or test it with chemics. But it is there, more powerful than any bit of old world science. Only the Creator can see the path ahead. He makes of us what he wants – what the world needs – us to be. But we can have a glimpse, looking back.
