6,395 Quotes About Fantasy

Whatever moments of unity they might have shared when they came out of the water had gone now. Secrets had changed them, unspoken words.

You hate Valraven most for when he would not help you save Tayven. You resented feeling so powerless, so in need of aid. You hated him then for not being the great saviour that he’d always been for you. But in a way, you have always hated him; for being stronger than you, for bettering you and saving your skin.

Any priest could make a god for you, on a scrap of parchment with some spit and a smudge of black ink. He would name it for you and then it might act in your favor. If you ate the god, or rather the parchment bearing his name, you might have visions or be able smite an enemy with a thought. You could also banish demons who had procured temporary lodgings in your body.

Sometimes he felt priveleged being part of Maycarpe’s magical machine, but at other times, he felt like a fly caught in the grease of the cogs, who would presently be ground up by the inexorable, slowly turning metal.

If Leonid the emperor was a lion, his sons were wolves, and now their eyes shone in the dark, brilliant with hunger and ferocity. It couldn’t go on like this. Something would happen. Everything would change, and when it did, Merlan very much wanted to be on the winning side.

You should know by now that this time of year is not one when we pale-skinned interlopers can walk at ease in the treacherous labyrinth of this witch of cities.

The Mewts were perfect subjects, who had accepted their Magravandian conquerors philosophically, yet always there was the feeling that things were going on in private and one day the plan would be revealed. It would catch them all unawares.

I wanted to give you something that would last forever. Something that would surpass the world, that would still be alive and bright even after you passed away. Something beautiful. For your eyes and smile only. But I never found it. All I could give you is words. Words which were as fleeting as the heartbeats that shook my soul whenever you looked my way.

If we are taken, you will go over to them, as the wildling girl you captured once urged you. They may demand that you cut your cloak to ribbons, that you swear them an oath on your father's grave, that you curse your brothers and your Lord Commander. You must not balk, whatever is asked of you. Do as they bid you ... but in your heart, remember who and what you are. Ride with them, eat with them, fight with them, for as long as it takes. And watch.