I dropped to my knees next to Nakari, eyes welling up already, and in a strange way I welcomed the blur to my vision and let the tears come; I’d never done so before because it had never seemed the pr...
I come to dungeon for good time—which maybe is problem, I admit—but I get bad time instead.
I am often reminded how a small fire underneath a vast sky can bind people together like nothing else. For all that we are social creatures, we are too often shoved into solitary confinement by circum...
His eyes were glowing egg yolks, burning Scut Farkus eyes to make your kidneys cringe.
Heh! Fuck yew, I said.
He thought in silence before answering. I don’t think loneliness is a thing that can be borne: it’s so heavy and crushing for something that is essentially emptiness. It’s like being trapped beneath a...
He could focus my attention on how perfectly sublime life can be at times. Such moments are ephemeral, and without his guidance I might have missed many of them, working so hard to get somewhere that...
Grody is in the eye of the beholder.
Great. What if she decides to kill me? That will test our bargain quite severely, the Morrigan replied with a smirk. Morrigan? Relax. We have a bargain. But have the good grace to pretend to be dead i...
Frank Herbert said that Fear is the mind-killer. He was a wise man.
For all that we may sometimes despise our fellows and be driven to rages and petty revenges, I think we are even darker creatures when we are alone. We can learn to fear our own thoughts more than the...
Few things trigger old memories so quickly as authority figures from our youth. I’m not saying those memories are necessarily good ones; they’re simply old and tend to cast us back into roles we thoug...
Exactly! Two years ago I thought I’d never escape Tatooine and I complained about everything. I grimaced at the memory of how I’d behaved. I’d definitely have some things to tell that kid now. And the...
Eternity is a long time to spend doing nothing, after all.
Don’t mess with me, his boots said, for I am wearing the skin of the world’s deadliest serpent. Or maybe they said, Behold, I’m an arrogant ass.
Don’t hate the Meat Lord, Atticus. Just offer him steak sauce and words of praise.
Do you think I’m some sort of sex-starved loser? Well, you are American. What! Great festering tapir tits, that was a stupid thing to say.
Demons smell like ass—nasty ass that slithers down your throat, finds your gag reflex, and sits on it with authority.
Damn all hieroglyphics for making the ancient Egyptians look cool. Those old gods were best left in oblivion; you’d think the fact that they appeared most often on tombs would be a big hint that they...
Cunning is better than running.