“ If not for a dumb beast's incomprehension at its own destruction beneaththe loving hands of two heartbroken children. Steven Erikson
“ Silence!” Korbolo snapped. He eyed Duiker. “You are the historian who rode with Coltaine.”The historian faced him. “I am.”“You are a soldier.”“As you say.”“I do, and so you shall die with these soldie… Steven Erikson
“ Everyone died in solitude, after all. A simple enough truth. A truth no one need fear. The spirits waited before they cast judgement upon a soul, waited for that soul—in its dying isolation—to set jud… Steven Erikson
“ He fashioned an empire of sorts, bereft of cities yet plagued with the endless dramas of society, its pathetic victories and inevitable failures. The community of enslaved Imass thrived in this quagmi… Steven Erikson
“ Now, invite me in, before I lose my temperature.’‘Temper, you mean.’‘No, temperature. It’s getting chilly. Steven Erikson
“ The closest I ever got to Dragonlance and Forgotten Realms was when I bought the box game set for the latter (I think this was before the novels came out). I well recall this—we were living in James B… Steven Erikson
“ One day, perhaps, you will see for yourself that regrets are as nothing. The value lies in how they are answered. Steven Erikson
“ If all we seek is an escape, what does that say about the world we live in. We are desperate with our dreams. What - oh, what - does that say? Steven Erikson
“ There are times, Kruppe murmurs, when celibacy born of sad deprivation becomes a boon, nay, a source of great relief. Steven Erikson
“ He rubbed at his face, as if seeking to awaken the right words from muscle, blood and bone. Steven Erikson
“ He had been born into debt, as had his father and his father before him. Indenture and slavery were two words for the same thing. Steven Erikson
“ Karsa's expression soured. 'When I began this journey, I was young. I believed in one thing. Ibelieved in glory. I know now, Siballe, that glory is nothing. Nothing. This is what I now understand.''Wh… Steven Erikson
“ Desire for goodness, Mister Reese, leads to earnestness. Earnestness in turn leads to sanctimonious self-righteousness, which breeds intolerance, upon which harsh judgment quickly follows, yielding di… Steven Erikson
“ I warn you all, hatred is finding fertile soil within me. And in your compassion, in your every good intention, you nurture it. Steven Erikson
“ «Such is the irony of life,» Kruppe proclaimed, raising one pastry-filled hand over his head, «that one learns to distrust the obvious, surrendering instead to insidious suspicion and confused conclus… Steven Erikson
“ She watched with morbid fascination as they gathered at the stumps at the ends of the man's wrists, the old scar tissue the only place on him unclaimed by Fener, but the paths the sprites took to thos… Steven Erikson
“ All right, shadow-priest, you've been spying — on what? What state secrets have you learned watching me groom these horses?''Only that they hate you, Daru. Every time your back was turned, they got re… Steven Erikson
“ What is there left to understand? Choice is an illusion. Freedom is conceit. The hands that reach out to guide your every step, your every thought, come not from the gods, for they are no less deluded… Steven Erikson
