6,395 Quotes About Fantasy

I’m so happy that part of me doesn’t want to go back and that scares me more than anything.

That face had beguiled princes and kings. It was older now and had lost the soft prettiness of youth, but Tayven Hirantel was still beautiful, his eyes almond shaped and dark, his cheekbones high. He had the look of a cornered animal.

How much Tayven had been like good food: a delight to the senses. People had wanted to gorge on him and they had. But the flavors eventually had become bitter.

Ah, Tayven, we are not together and I am not swooning in your embrace, ready to spill all. I see through your wiles.

Senefex always looked starved but today the ashen hollows in his cheeks looked particularly deep and his large dark eyes were ringed in purple, the flesh puffy beneath them. He had clearly been up all night. Poor Senefex. He would need all of his wily wits to keep his head on his shoulders now.

Archimage Mordryn made a soft sound of assent. He was a massive man, broad of shoulder, built more like a warrior than a priest. His face was kind and avuncular, his voice always gentle. Valraven considered him to be one of the most dangerous men in the Empire.

But you just do what you think is right, Ayla. It was never really a choice, was it? Wanting her. Killing her.

How could the same nose, mouth and eyes appear handsome in one man, merely plain in another?

I’m a Palindrake,” Varencienne said. “Your sea wife. I’ve earned that. Don’t push me back into the enemy camp.