In honor of the recent announcement that Lin-Manuel Miranda will be producing some sort of film, television, or stage adaptation of Patrick Rothfuss’ Kingkiller Chronicles series, I have taken some passages from Hamilton and modified them slightly to be about Kvothe, the main character of Kingkiller Chronicles.

From “My Shot”

I’m ‘a get tuition remission from the Arcanists
I prob’ly shouldn’t brag, but dag, I amaze and astonish
The problem is I got a lot of brains but no polish
I gotta holler just to be heard with every word, I drop knowledge
I’m a diamond in the rough, a shiny piece of coal
Tryin’ to reach my goal my power of speech, unimpeachable
Only fifteen but my mind is older
These University streets get colder, I shoulder
Every burden, every disadvantage
I have learned to manage, I don’t have a sword to brandish
I walk these streets famished
The plan is to fan this spark into a flame
But damn, it’s getting dark, so let me tell you the name:
I am Kvothe – you may have heard of me

Also from “My Shot”

I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory
When’s it gonna get me?
In my sleep? Seven enemies ahead of me?
If I see it comin’, do I run or do I let it be?
Is it like a beat without a melody?
See, I didn’t think I’d live past twenty
In Tarbean some get half as many
Ask anybody why we livin’ fast and we laugh, reach for a flask
We have to make this moment last, that’s plenty

From “Hurricane”

I talked my way out of hell
I talked my way to the Arcanum
I talked until I found a crack in the shell
I wrote Felurian songs until she fell
I played games with the fey and lived to tell the tale
And in the face of ignorance and resistance
I learned how to fight and smashed evil from existence
And when my cries and tears were met with indifference
I picked myself up and made my own deliverance

From “Say No To This”

I’d slept outside for three weeks
I was weak, I was awake
You never seen a Ruh bastard
More in need of a break

Longing for Denna
Missing my friends
That’s when Felurian carried me off with a grin

Lord, show me how to
Say no to this
I don’t know how to
Say no to this
My God, this is so reckless
But her body’s saying, “hell, yes”

Lord, show me how to
Say no to this
I don’t know how to
Say no to this
In my mind, I’m tryin’ to go
Then her mouth is on mine and I don’t say no

From “Satisfied”

So this is what it feels like to match wits
With someone at your level! What the hell is the catch? It’s
The feeling of freedom, of seein’ the light
It’s Ilien with a lute in the night! You see it, right?
The conversation lasted two minutes, maybe three minutes
Ev’rything we said in total agreement, it’s
A dream and it’s a bit of a dance
A bit of a posture, it’s a bit of a stance. She’s a
Bit of a flirt, but I’m ‘a give it a chance
I asked about her family, did you see her answer?
Her hands started fidgeting, she looked askance?
She’s alone, she’s flying by the seat of her pants

From “Helpless”

Denna, I don’t have a dollar to my name
An acre of land, a troop to command, a dollop of fame
All I have’s my honor, a tolerance for pain
A couple of college credits and my top-notch brain

Insane, you know that you bring out a different side of me?
You confide in me, a couple of times you took a bite of me
No stress, my love for you is never in doubt
We’ll get a little place in Imre and we’ll figure it out

I’ve been livin’ without a family since I was a child
My parents they both died, I grew up buckwild
But I’ll never forget my mother’s face, that was real
And long as I’m alive, Denna, swear to God you’ll never feel
So helpless

(Original lyrics taken from Google Music and Genius)

Image Credit: Marc Simonetti | Variety