I was created to be destroyed.
If you run, your enemy will hunt you. Kill your enemy, and you are forever free.
The dead don’t care what you say, but maybe the words you speak at a graveside aren’t for the dead at all. Maybe those words are for the living.
A millennium’s worth of lies leads to a single truth – the future belongs to the young, if the old would kindly die and get the hell out of the way.
Cowards die many times before their deaths, da valiant never taste of death but once, eh?” The quote came out of nowhere, so random it made Magnus lower the torch. “I’m shocked. You know Julius Caesar?
What I thought was a sea of dust is an ocean of death.
Those that don’t know history aren’t poisoned by it.
We will not be used. We will not let them change us. They think we are property? They are mistaken.
Sometimes courage is carried by a roar – sometimes it is hidden within a wavering voice.
He’s trying to control me, and he wants to use his religion to do that. Religion isn’t just a power word- the word is power itself.
I am the wind... I am death.
Choices have consequences.
When evil comes, you can’t always talk to it – sometimes it must be destroyed.
But is that what life is like for everyone? Can a person truly make a life of their own, or can they only continue the culture into which they are born?
We can be whoever we want to be. We can make a new future now. If we make mistakes, at least those mistakes will be ours.
We hope you enjoy this book.
Our symbols aren’t supposed to matter, but that’s wishful thinking – symbols always matter.
I’m sorry, but this isn’t a movie or a play – there is no convenient third-act rescue that gives us an easy solution. This is real life.
Violence and strength are the same thing. In all the history of all the worlds before this one, and in all the history of all the worlds yet to come, the violent always win. Those who are capable of committing violence, or getting others to commit violence for them, or who build systems that create mass violence, more efficient violence – those beings eliminate the opposition and, therefore, create the future.
Light-colored roofs aren’t a good complement to splattered blood. Long brown lines and streaks marked the rough gray paint, creating a Jackson Pollock canvas of death and dirt. The.