285 Quotes About Dark-fantasy

The thing appeared jointed, osteological, a creature of bone and sinew, but it moved like drooping glue. It stretched out and fell from the ragged hole in the ceiling, a horrific whiteness of teeth and bladed limbs. Too many legs, three arms—one from the top of its spine, if it had a spine, the others from curdled-milk textured shoulders—and a vast jaw lined with rows and rows of jagged fangs. In the center of the serpentine tube of its torso, a red-black hole guttered to its innards.

She pushed herself through the opening, around an ornament that was simultaneously a hanging light bulb and a uvula, and stepped inside. She entered the Mouth, the Throne Room, the Jaws of the Devouring God, or maybe just another in a series of countless double-wides gutted and lashed together with scavenged steel and magic, the bare skeleton of an illusory power. Tongue. The Devourer. God, the Devil, or nobody at all.

With love comes sacrifice. With love comes honor.

After The Metaframe War all other stories are just words on pages.

What lurked in the shades often held the deepest secrets.

Prayers don't stop tanks. I stop tanks."--Vlad

They called themselves hunters because hunting was their job.

He never sounded like that before. Possessive and hoarse and wanting, and a million dark promises in those brown eyes.[...]It was my turn to stop breathing.

The imperator let the question hang unanswered a moment. A maestro before the crescendo.