Marry, Sirs, if Merlin who was the Devil’s son was a true King’s man as ever ate bread, is it not a shame that you, being but the sons of bitches, must be rebels and...

At least he possessed enough sense to recognize how little sense he possessed.

The unnamed man’s nose flared in insult as he thought to himself while the pig named Corbin prattled on. He disgusts me with his gluttonous sweat and fearful stink. He is like a swine, plumped...

And once upon a time I wondered: Is writing epic fantasy not somehow a betrayal? Did I not somehow do a disservice to my own reality by paying so much attention to the power fantasies...

The mind that thought of light, heavy, grey, yellow, still, swift, also conceived of magic that would make heavy things light and be able to fly, turn grey lead into yellow gold, and the still...

A man could only spend so much of his time ignoring the present before the present made him a thing of the past.

He said he’d heard the sound of one hand clapping. He said, once his mind took in the wondrous no-sound of holy oneness, the empty echo of eternal bliss, he was never the same. He...

Fate is a tricky animal. Those who believe they harness it, often find a difficult beast to master.

The rhythm of fraught footsteps and fervent heartbeat orchestrated a symphony of anticipation and dread.

I remembered Nahadoth’s lips on my throat and fought to suppress a shudder, only half succeeding. Death as a consequence of lying with a god wasn’t something I had considered, but it did not surprise...

And still, all specifics aside, it was a fascinating thought. When something can’t be known, when the particulars are lost forever, to look at the events that followed from it, that echoed it, and trace...

Those who die never truly leave us. They are forever there beyond the shimmering of light at the edge of sight.

…making some noise in the woods is a thing that one can forget. The sound of a man’s voice on the other hand, is something else entirely.

Why all this death?You might as easily ask ‘Why all this life?’.

With every fall of the sun and rise of the moon, I can hear it. The Prophecy. It echoes through the halls of time. It is written on the surface of every star. Even the...

J. R. R. Tolkien, the near-universally-hailed father of modern epic fantasy, crafted his magnum opus The Lord of the Rings to explore the forces of creation as he saw them: God and country, race and...

Tell them I gave my life with pride. Do not punish him if he kills me. Release him back into the wild, and my spirit will ride him into the mist.

One can lose themselves in the twilight, when there are no colors to guide the way.

The only wand you’ll ever need is a better-feeling thought.

Those of strong character and training are chosen by fate. They cannot help but rise to the forefront when their nations are troubled.

I knew then that I would devote every minute we had left together to making her happy, to repairing the pain I had caused her and returning to her what I never known how to...

The Inquisitor waited for silence. “Do you believe in anything?””Not if I can help it. Belief alone is nothing to be proud of, Inquisitor. Belief without evidence is the very hallmark of the savage.

Di gran furore si pregna il suo scheletro,bagliori saettano, uscendo e rientrandoda essa come rincorsi durante una fuga.Sembra un dio del cielo, pieno di boria,quando ai mortali si appresta a elargiredoni che celano invero soltanto...

There was love, a reliable and real love grown in a handful of days, and Tristan did not know why it was: friendship had happened to both of them, on the sudden, completely aside from...

It’s death and destruction I want to bring down upon House Lannister, not scorn. Jon said.

She was the lover of two mighty kings.She was their Chalice.The certainty of the knowledge settled over her shoulders like a weighty mantle. She might not know where she came from, but she knew where...

Desire is often the greatest poison.

Assottiglia Gundjr la moltitudine di nodi che veste la propria barba bruna, incolta, mentre Tarek avido ne sorseggia un altro dopo aver terso con la lingua quelle serpi bionde, che infuriano sopra la sua bocca;...

Hurricanes couldn’t remove you from my mind. You’re my world and I’m incapable of not loving you.

He dismounted and lifted his arms to Shae. Light as she was, he had to step backward when she leaned into him. He steadied them both, and then turned to instruct the groom. When Kai...

Books are keys that open many doors — James Rollins

Always give the rabble something to love and something to hate.

Ma un rivolo, di Sogurdr discende le gote cupo come sangue rappreso, nel ricordo di chi un tempo con lui condivise il fato, di chi, una notte, spartì con lui l’amore, in un letto di...

A wounded animal yet bears teeth

Your best disguise is the strong impression your enemy has of you. Strong…and dead wrong.

Long has black powder been in the hands of dwarves alone. Alas, winds ever change and nothing remains the same forever.Lord Arrlo Salkeld

It will begin with the six who now tread the streets of a city where the stone pinnacle erects like a reed amongst long grass. Where a bridge expands across a gorge, drifts a cloud...

Sleep is a little death, dreams the whisperings of the Other, who would drag us all into his eternal night.

For every blissful moment you must an anguish meet.

Right and wrong matters little when survival matters most.

It made the woman feel like a thousand seas had come together from all worlds, like faraway lands had been bridged together, and the vastness of the known and the unknown were somehow easier to...

It is not Love that is the crime and it is not Love that is the sin. It is the absence of it!”ARcher Tariq – “A Rising Darkness

You are blessed with a knack for sucking the wonder out of the extraordinary.

There was a feeling on the air like the eve of the end of the world.

On the revelation that there are no gods or afterlife:-“I do not ‘like’ the truth any more than you Avil, or anyone. I wrestled with it for a long time, for a while I was...

Elijah: You are a dangerous woman.Valeria: You do not know the half of it, but I suppose you are not one to always dabble in safe waters either. So, do you still want to work...

Michael: “Thing is, I’d like to go out with you. What are you doing on Saturday?”Siobhan: “Committing suicide.”Michael: “Alright then, what are you doing on Friday?”(from Stormling, 2014)

A man without equals is a dangerous man indeed. He must exercise the most difficult of attributes, restraint.

Ah, bloody hell.

His gaze ran over her body again, resting on the deepest of the fracture lines in her shields. ‘Come here.’Purple feathers fanned around Riana’s sides. Sudden tears moistened her eyes at the unexpectedness of what...