The Dead Man once told me that monsters aren’t born, they’re made. That they are memorials which take years of cruelty to sculpt. And that while we should weep for the tortured child who served as raw...
People don’t want to be told to do right. They don’t really want to do right. They want to do whatever they want—and whine that it’s not fair, it’s not their fault, when it comes time to pay the piper...
Okay, Croaker. What the hell happened?I don't know. The falling sickness?Give him some of his own soup, somebody suggested. Serve him right. A tin cup appeared. We forced its contents down his throat....
Mythology is one area where nobody wants to know the absolute truth because time has forged great symbols from raw materials supplied by ancient events. Prosaic distortions of fact metamorphose into p...
My arguments were beginning to sound a little strained to me, too. I was in the position of a priest trying to sell religion.
More evil gets done in the name of righteousness than any other way. Few villains think they are villains.
Lightning from a clear sky smote the Necropolitan Hill.
I had to search a moment before spotting the soft glow advancing along the aisles between enemy divisions. It surrounded a child on a big white horse, bearing a standard of red emblazoned with a white...
I guess each of us, at some time, finds one person with whom we are compelled towards absolute honesty, one person whose good opinion of us becomes a substitute for the broader opinion of the world. A...
I guess each of us, at some time, finds one person with whom we are compelled toward absolute honesty, one person whose good opinion of us becomes a substitute for the broader opinion of the world. An...
I am a haunted man. I am haunted by the Limper’s screams. I am haunted by the Lady’s laughter.
He’d described himself as looking like a child molester waiting for a chance to strike. He wasn’t comfortable with his appearance.
Evil is relative, Annalist. You can’t hang a sign on it. You can’t touch it or taste it or cut it with a sword. Evil depends on where you are standing, pointing your indicting finger.
Essentially, the mercenary sets morality aside, or at best reorders the customary structures to fit the needs of his way of life. The
Back to the company. Back to business. Back to the parade of years. Back to the annals. Back to fear.
An army without faith in itself is beaten more surely than an army defeated in battle.
About you and me, Croaker and his gang, the Lady, Silent, Darling. About all the things we had in common but still couldn’t get along. I didn’t see all that much you had in common. Not once you got pa...
A guy I worked with and I talked it over about what you do with drunks. His dad was a reformed drunk. He told me you got to stop trying to help them out. You got to stop making excuses for them and no...
A field of scarlet with nine hanged men in black and six yellow daggers in the upper left and lower right quadrants, respectively, while the upper right quandrant featured a shattered skull and the lo...
Let the gods distinguish between the wiched and the merely incompetent.