Na Fantasy Quotes
You mistake us for abstaining your kind from undeserving happiness when all we do is to fight for our cause. We are soldiers, not rebels.
Their blissfully soft texture calmed me but alerted me at the same time. I couldn't explain the gentle spark of light that dripped off the edges. And of course, the aqua trim felt way too familiar.
We would learn as much as we could, be as honourable as we could, be as courageous as we could, and be as happy as we could.
There is at least one truth in every myth.
When I dreamed about becoming a fantasy adventurer, I was always a max-level character with epic gear. Look at me. I’m wearing vendor trash.
Forbidden fruit makes a wonderful wine." Vazco gave him a leading look. "But leaves a hell of a headache.
Beauty and power was commonplace to the dragons as mud and manure to a stable boy.
And there you stand-Far away from the distant reality, Far away in my breathing dream, Far away in the traces of my livid eyes, Far away in my hostile fantasy.
You can't order me away, you pissant human--" "I just did." Kas swept past him...
Bubble gum on a turd, Madison! You’re a tutti-frutti enforcer. I am a warden. Trust me, I know what I’m doing.
At the end of the day, I fight for those who cannot fight for themselves. If that makes me an outlaw, so be it. I’ve been called worse.
Even though this world is narrow, it is wide... to those who understand. This world isn't the only one.
What use is Order without Chaos to challenge its rule? And by the same standard, what lies ahead for us if nothing opposes our ways?
Why Is It That When You Wash Two Socks You Only End Up With One? Is There Life After Death? and Where Did The Other Sock Go?
Every day is an adventure, or it's just some thing you do. It's your choice.
The dust of thirty years hung lifeless in shafts of morning light, the gilding of perfectly prim pages shone incanescent, the shriek of rolling ladders mourned in perennial soliloquy.
If I had known how difficult it was to edit my book, I would have done that first then written the story.
Caelfel squared her shoulders. “I’m not afraid.”Geri turned away. “Good, because if you were, you are definitely in the wrong place.
Fantasy for the most part is really just reality reflected through a storybook lens.
It is neither poor handling nor the weather that turns the pages of a book a fine sepia. It is the reader's imagination.
We need heroes, however outlandish, because although we might not be slaying real dragons, we all have our quests.
How do you know I’m any different from the broken, beaten slave you found over seven years ago? - Corin
I wanted her to notice me, to pay attention to me. It was an irrational desire, one I‘d never experienced before.
Realism is knowing fantasy and reality intersect constantly. Realism is living with the awareness that every act changes the world.
His agility surprised Phoebe Ash. She saw the plaster cast on his right leg. Funny messages in ink—“Go break the left one, tiger!”—had been written on the off-white plaster.
He's special, but not the kind anyone wants to be. I don't know what to do about that.
They're only memories, Sam. They might comfort us on days of self-loathing, but that's all. We have to consciously move forward.
It is man who has abandoned God, not God who has abandoned man.
Ms Rainn, when was the last time you visited a library for the books and not the free Internet it offers?
Everyone writes the book he or she loves to read. Great authors write the books others love to read.
No. It's choice. Every time, no matter what happens, I would choose you. Even if we had to repeat this for eternity, I would choose you, every time.
That’s what it means to be in love, Marin. It means doing everything in your power to ensure that the one you love lives to see another day, because the world would be that much darker without them.
She may have been the one whose name meant music, but his sounded like it. Saying it made her want to sing it, to lean out a window and call him home. To whisper it in the dark.
Fight with me again and let us prove that we will keep what is ours! - Corin
My heart was oaken before you set it on fire. It will continue to smolder, long after the flame that ignited it has gone.
Maybe Adalwulf truly has nothing tae fear for I see before me only cowards willing tae sacrifice everything for the sake of their lives! - Aiden
Like a dried up spring, magic trickled forth with less and less strength, until one day, the people awoke and there was simply no more to be had.
She would stay there, flying across the sea like a mermaid with wings, until the end.
With a blade at your throat, a well-connected uncle or a wealthy mother could not save you. Only you could save yourself.
Science fiction is when we see into the future of our planet, fantasy is when we believe humanity will survive.
Sometimes I wish I had never saved your neck from decapitation in Faroe. Then I could just descend into lewdness in peace.
The soft, fluttering cry of a barn owl rose over the churchyard. Silent men flowed out of the dark.
