Here words can kill – literally.
I lost Scathach, but I never gave up on her. I have spent ten thousand years in this Shadowrealm waiting for that single moment to tell her, to show her, that I never stopped loving her.
Alle oosterse vechtkunsten hebben een gemeenschappelijke oorsprong. En die oorsprong ben ik,′ zei Scatty bescheiden.
I have a few regrets. There was a girl I should have married, a war in which I should never have fought, a loaf of bread I should have shared, a lie to which I should never have listened. And there is a story I should have told.
Nothing – Elder, Next Generation, immortal or human – was completely indestructible. Not even Areop-Enap. Perenelle herself had once brought an ancient temple down on the spider’s head and it had shrugged off the attack – yet could it survive billions of poisonous flies?
The promise given was a necessity of the past: the word broken is a necessity of the present’?
She knew then that whatever he was – whoever he was – he had not lost his humanity.
Good or bad is a matter of perspective.
Would I rather be feared or loved? Easy. Both. I want people to be afraid of how much they love me.
If you were extremely unlucky, the forest spiders would get to you first and lay their eggs in you.” “Why is that considered extremely unlucky?” “You’d still be alive when the eggs hatched.” “That is probably the most disgusting thing I’ve ever heard,” Shakespeare muttered. He pulled out a scrap of paper and a pencil. “I’ve got to make a note of that.
But what you must remember is that knowledge itself is never dangerous,” Tsagaglalal insisted. “It is how that knowledge is used that is dangerous.
You are silver and gold, the moon and the sun. You carry within you the genes of the original twins who fought on Danu Talis ten millennia ago. Sophie, you and your brother are the descendants of gods.
I need you to be courageous, Sophie. The strong survive, but the courageous triumph.
Don’t ever, for any reason, do anything, to anyone, for any reason, ever, no matter what, no matter where, or who, or who you are with, or where you are going, or where you’ve been, ever, for any reason whatsoever.
Today, we are able to do what your parents would would have dismissed as impossible and your grandparents as nothing short of magical.
Memories were there to guide me, but not to rule me.
Truth depends on perspective.
There was a stained glass window in the room with the image of a woman holding a spear. It was a beautiful piece of art, and my face smashed through it a half moment after I appreciated its design.
You don’t die of a broken heart, it only wears you down – just another rainy day.” – Grey Daze.
Lucy in the sky. Without her I am the walrus, likely to lose myself in dark gibberish and fade away.” Lance Underphal, Cut-Throat Syndrome.
Wrong turns make the right turn all the more worthwhile, once discovered.