6,395 Quotes About Fantasy

The whole world looked red to him, shadows were crimson, the sunset above the spires of the city an incredible blaze of infernal hues.

He felt as if a sober part of himself still resided in his brain, observing the behavior of the part of him controlled by the Witch.

I want you,” Khaster told the vision, who was becoming more like Pharinet with every moment. “I want Val. I want you back, both of you. Where are you?

When Almorante gets an idea, he pursues it until it’s brought to the ground.”“What idea?”“He wants to cultivate you. You are Caradorean, and a kinsman by marriage of the Caradorean who holds the emperor’s right hand.”“You mean Valraven? We are not close friends.”“Not anymore, no. That only makes you more valuable.

Gastern wants Valraven. Not in the sense Bayard does, but politically. Gastern is his father’s favorite, but he’s no fool. He knows that once Leonid goes, all hell will break loose. He’ll need close allies, then. No Caradorean has ever been as close to the emperor as Valraven. You are a spiky lot. You do your duty, but you’re always fighting the bit. Not Palindrake. He can be ridden without a bridle.

His voice was deep and hoarse as if he smoked zeg weed at every waking moment.

I have made a mission of you, Khaster. It is my pleasure to mend you.”“My lord, I…” Khaster’s mouth dried up. “Please don’t stand on formality. I want us to be friends. You should hold yourself in higher esteem. Others think well of you while you only hate yourself.

You’re here mainly because I hate to see waste. I like to create. I like to repair.

Because to stand against it would be to provoke the Mask's wrath. To stand against it would be to stand against Death itself. Death herself. Azriel shook, weathering that primal power. But they were both Illyrian, whether Az liked it or not. And so they did what their people had always done before Death's beautiful face. They bowed.