10 Quotes by Christian Warren Freed

A terrible secret, known only to the most powerful, threatens to undo three millennia of progress. The gods are not dead at all. They merely sleep. And they are being hunted.

Darka Jorm halted. His heart quickened. No one had warned him that the Inquisitor might shoot him. Frowning, he continued with his message. “No need for weapons; I am only here to deliver a message.

You should go back to tend your flock. They will have need of their faith before this is finished,” he said much more harshly than intended.

Mollock Bolle stared down at the outstretched skeleton nearby and sighed. Random thoughts entertained his solitude. He wondered who the man was. What dreams or torments might have inspired him to take the lonely path through the jungle? Eerie similarities sparked concern.

The pilot’s voice came over the intercom, “We have just entered Afghan airspace. Everyone put on your body armor and kevlars and strap in.

The old stereotypes of fantasy and science fiction are dead. What was once considered foolish is now trending. Thank you internet age.

And then he found it. Found that single spark of life that suggested hope had not died. He knelt down beside the body of a small child and gently cradled her in his massive arms. A tear fell, splashing on her cheek. The girl groaned and breathed deep. She opened her eyes; radiant green and speckled with fear.

Order the battleships into firing positions, and begin transmitting the surrender signal to known enemy forces.

A single drop of rain fell. Lost quickly amongst the dust and grime of the village street, the raindrop went unnoticed. Who could have guessed that a single drop would alter the course of events set in motion thousands of years ago and change the face of the universe forever?