410 Quotes About Grimdark

Everyone blames the victim. And then the victim becomes the villain.

She’s afraid of me. Afraid of my grief. Afraid it’s contagious. I am a reminder of mortality.

Oh, how I wish you were here, brother. What I wouldn’t give to show you the stars.

The gods were simply those beings that inhabited that space, forces of creation and destruction, love and hatred, nurturing and neglect, light and dark, cold and warm... they opposed one another and complemented one another; they were fundamental truths.

Robin Goodfellow to those he knows. Puck to those he kills. He’s lived among humans for centuries, they think he’s a demon. The teenagers he’s forced to protect, despise him. This exiled warrior, traitor to the Fae and victim of persecution because of his sexuality, has turned into a lonely and unforgiving bastard. The perfect stooge to kill a king.

Amrath! Amrath! Amrath and the Altrersyr! Death and all demons! Death! Death! Death!

Blood! Oh blood! Oh blood and killing! He struck his sword out with his sword and a man fell before him, cut open, gutted like a fish. A stink of shit.

Gods, this was wondrous! Everything, even the joyful slaughter in the palace of Sorlost, everything in his life was as nothing compared to this! Power. Such power flowing through him. They died at his asking. All of them. He'd kill them all. So futile, their little lives. The thin fine skin of life, suspended over the eternity of emptiness. They all deserved to die, surely? Death and death and death! The one true thing! The only true thing!

He killed and killed and killed and killed. Death! Death! Death!