Fantasy Fiction Quotes

P. 294 He said quietly, “Just whisper it.”I’d have to answer him and if not now, eventually. The truth wouldremain the truth whether I ignored it or not...Should I surrender to whatever this future would bring? I cringedinwardly. When had reality seemed so unreal? After several moments,I gave up and whispered, “You’re . . . T-R-I-T-O-N,the Triton.”I couldn’t say anything else, it seemed irreverent. He didn’t deny it, hedidn’t laugh, or scoff or make excuses...

~ Cl Sherman

I wasn’t ready to be done. Emma’s birthday was the next week. I was going to sit her on my knee and tell her about the time I went to Italy with Julia, long before we had kids. Long before we got married, for that matter. I saw a painting that looked just like Emma; the girl in the painting was a beautiful, regal queen. I wanted Emma to know she was a queen.”If ghosts could cry, Mr. Grumpy would be crying. He looked at Richard. “Do you think she knows she is a queen?

~ Clare Bohning

The lake was no longer frozen, the complete stillness of the waterwas in stark contrast to what she has just seen only moment ago. On the sideof the lake Rose could see the four figures still there and her fear returned....

~ Tomos A. Roberts

I am Serene-Heart-in-the-Chaos-of-Battle. Keep a civil tongue in your head or lose it

~ Sarah Rees Brennan

Demon,” the woman spat onto the road. “Well, girl, thank you. I grant no one’s wishes and so you mark me ‘demon.’ I grant no wishes and I do as I see fit to be done. I will not answer to you, girl, nor to any one of yours, but I will always look. I am not the one who turns away.

~ Tamara Rendell

Time flows like memories on the shores of the past.

~ Michael Joseph Murano

Be satisfied in your ignorance for there is no safety in knowledge.

~ Coral Russell

My strings are being pulled, this time by a different puppet master.

~ Emilyann Girdner

Haftor was the Easer to the Easers. This was the most powerful man in Creation. Peder knew trouble was coming, but knew not what it was or how to deal with it.

~ Paul W.s. Bowler

No queen has had to fight an insurrection in half a millennium. And she takes it personally. But it was her fate to be a good queen that followed four poor ones

~ Paul W.s. Bowler

Zanuta looked into the face of the faithful courier. I have conquered the world, but I have never killed a man.

~ Paul W.s. Bowler

Fuck your honour, Kaisheen. You are the smartest man I know, yet you had me travel three days during winter to have my counsel. Are you making a move on the Emperor? If you are, you’ll have my full support and the backing of the Monasteries.

~ Paul W.s. Bowler

The cell door opened. My hands went to my eyes. Why was the door opened? I wasn’t dead yet. I think.

~ Paul W.s. Bowler

If the ending is not happy, the story is not finished.

~ J.p. Leck

The game finished when we heard a woman’s anguished screams from the cell that Lorr had chosen for one of his damsels. It wasn’t fun after that and we allowed the characters to die. Though we granted them much quicker deaths than the cells promised.

~ Paul W.s. Bowler

Fantasy writing must be grounded in both truth and life experience if it is to work. It can be as inventive and creative as the writer can make it, a whirlwind of images and plot twists, but it cannot be built on a foundation of air. The world must be identifiable with our own, must offer us a frame of reference we can recognize.”“Fantasy stories work because the writer has interwoven bits and pieces of reality with imagination to form a personal vision.

~ Terry Brooks

The coronation took place at noon the following day. The Hall of the Rivan King was full to overflowing with nobles and royalty, and the city below was alive with the sound of bells. Garion could not actually remember very much of his coronation. He did remember that the ermine-bordered cape was hot and the plain gold crown the Rivan Deacon placed on his head was very heavy

~ David Eddings

To read is to live inside a new world...

~ R.l. Henry

Colm was a good sleeper. But if there was one sound at night that should wake him, and any sensible man who loved his family, it was the barking of dogs. The noise was coming from the village. It was not just one or two dogs, but surely every mangy cur and mongrel that lived there. Something was abroad, and in this time of the dying of the year, when fell creatures roamed the countryside as hunger began to bite, it was not likely to be anything good.

~ Duncan Harper

I don’t think I would be very good at killing,” Merla said.“To be honest, nor do I. But you may have to.”A disturbing thought came to Merla. “Faye,” she asked, “have you killed a person?”There was a moment’s silence. “Let’s just say that I am familiar with the techniques.

~ Duncan Harper

Now it was Arla’s turn for astonishment. The Boy gave Perry a wide smile as he shook his hand. “You know the land you say? Up along the promontory? Good. Well, perhaps we should take you along. Do you have a horse?”“No” Perry replied. “But I can ride.”“Arla is quite slight,” the Boy said. “Perhaps she can ride the packhorse with our gear.”Arla gave a strangled gasp, and the Boy grinned at her. She realised he was joking, and breathed a sigh of relief. But she did not trust herself to speak. What did Branguin think he was doing?

~ J.j. Gadd

My stomach knotted up as heat surged through me. Why did I feel like melting every time I saw him, or heard him talk? “Stop that right now.” I blushed. “I know what you’re doing, Jace, and it’s not going to work.”Jace and Charlie.

~ J.l. Clayton

Don’t you just love children? If they’re not disappointing you, they’re dead.

~ Shawn Wickersheim

Murder doesn’t bother you much, does it?”“Not as much as your endless questions.

~ Shawn Wickersheim

No one wants to rattle the cage of a crazy person whose family tends to snap.

~ Nicole Gulla

She's only a girl. What kind of men are you?''Dead ones?' asked Drith, who yanked the door open and put her sword through Narses' throat.

~ Donna Thorland

I was pregnable once,” Merill thought to contribute. She remembered how troublesome it made getting around, having a ripe belly. Couldn’t roll properly, couldn’t hop properly, couldn’t romp or flop properly. There were the cravings for roasted cabbage—she loathed cabbage, with its leaves and growing in rows. And labor! Merill passed out during childbirth. She’d endured burns, lacerations, rips, serrated teeth, nails, hooks and a trove of unmentionable harm-inflictors. Labor trounced them all and wriggled gleefully in the spray of blood and gore. “Being pregnable is no good. No good at all. Like growing a bitter melon in your belly.

~ Darrell Drake

Shelby looked over to see Andrew silently mouthing syllables to himself, as if he were part of an ecstatic rite. He grinned as he bit fricatives and tongued plosives. He was tasting English origins, mulling over words ripped from bronze-smelling hoards. Words that had slept beneath centuries of dust and small rain, sharp and bright as scale mail. Poetry had never moved her quite so much as drama. She loved the shock of colloquy, the beat and treble of words doing what they had to on stage. Andrew preferred the echo of poems buried alive.

~ Bailey Cunningham

I'm pretty much awake now. (P) The last time I said that, I passed out in the bathtub. (I) I remember that. Neil covered you with towels and said that he found a mermaid. (P) You were so beautiful, Mummy. Like Ice Bird when he freezes the pigs. (N) Thank you, sweet. -- Ingrid, Paul and Neil.

~ Bailey Cunningham

Let there be a time in the future, I prayed, when he laughs with his children, and plays on the shore with them, and spends all his nights in loving arms. Let us have that. To whom I was praying I did not know. The future was in our own hands. If we wanted a world where such things were possible, it was for us to make it.

~ Juliet Marillier

Duke to Michel: I’m fairly certain that even ifyou’d struggle in a quiz against a pigeon, you are capable enough of opening doors.

~ Elias Zapple

Draw a cart with horses, or push it down a hill...Both move the cart, aye?” -- Daerwin of Brannagh

~ Jordan Maclean

They did not know it was impossible, so they did it. Mark Twain

~ Toni Bunnell

Tori gazed out on the calm Ancific Ocean across which, incredibly, she would be taking a coach.

~ Kay Kenyon

This book had two authors, and they were both the same person.

~ Terry Pratchett

The idea of love horrified me, and I knew I couldn't have it, so I didn't want it.

~ H.a. Lamb

And if there is one last thing I would have you know before we reach these final pages, it's that sometimes, no matter how hard we try, no matter how hard we want it to be so, sometimes there is no such a thing as happy ending. This is my ending. This is how i burn.

~ T.j. Klune

Would you like me to put you out of your misery, before I put you out of your misery?

~ Paul Cude

I ought to warn you, dear, he can get rather wild when he’s hungry

~ Wilkie Martin

Though the people of this modest village were not accustomed to seeing such barbaric men as Varg, it was his inhuman features that had the citizens of Fellenshire Village on edge. Not only was Varg's hair whiter than an old wise man's beard, but he was nearly six and a half feet tall and easily towered over the shaken folk of the village. His enormous stature alone would intimidate even the most hardened warriors, but with Varg's hair paired with his silver eyes, the people of this small town whispered that the devil himself may be walking amongst them.

~ Brittany Comeaux