I wanted to protect her, and, if I couldn’t do that, I’d at least be there for her. (Eric)
~ Shannon A. Thompson
My insanity begged for a distraction. (Eric)
I wasn’t in the mood for a fight, but fights weren’t always conveniently scheduled. (Jessica)
Everything seemed so unreal—so supernatural—and I had to remind myself that is was. We weren’t human. We never were. (Jessica)
I’d prefer you accuse my son, so he can defend his innocence rather than prolong unnecessary guilt. (Spoken by Bracke, told by Eric)
Identity was everything, but it seemed I never had one. (Jessica)
Just because I wasn’t human, didn’t mean I could discount human life. (Eric)
Shadows could be anywhere in blackness. (Eric)
Her kiss could kill us, and my consent signed our death certificates, selfishly and without control. (Eric)
I wanted to survive—not for my kind, but for trust, for friendship, for another being. (Eric)
I didn’t even have a name for her, shade or human, but I didn’t need one to know her. (Eric)
...it’s my job to lead you to success, and, if you fail, it’s because I failed, not you.’” (Spoken by Bracke, told by Eric)
Anyone could be anybody. (Eric)
Neither of us asked to be born descendants, yet I’d be rewarded with his death, and we couldn’t prevent that. No one could. (Eric)
I knew nothing of death, and, for some unexplainable reason, I was beginning to feel guilty for that. -Jessica
You're not safe with me.He cut me off, seeming to growl. I don't want to be safe. I want to be with you. You can't do this alone.
~ S.g. Holster
Gina was beautiful like a sunset. You see it and you think of how beautiful it is, and then it’s over and you move on. But Trista was beautiful like a song. The kind of song you play over and over and never get sick of hearing. The kind of song he wanted to write for her, but he knew he would never be able to string together the right combination of notes to show her how he really felt.
~ Christopher Stocking
The only wand you'll ever need is a better-feeling thought.
~ C.g. Rousing
We can't change the world by shouting, but our words can have meaning if we give them enough respect.
~ Evan Meekins
Let your dissent fuel you, your anger inspire you, your rage convey you, and your fury strike a chilling fear onto the spines of your enemies.
it's through the simple things in life, through its games, when our minds mature the most and we grow knowledgeable. It's also when the cloth masks of our outer, false personalities are torn asunder, and we are able to see every last blemish of a man's genuine character that they hide beneath... no matter how dark or obscene it may be.
there are some some times in life where you have to let your feelings go and do what must be done
Before I fix the world, I have to fix myself.
While parchment may burn and gold may be stained or melted down, the things that are truly important to us will never lose their value.
Love is not measured by acts or years, but by truth between two people.
the bleakest situations bring out the hospitality in all of us, but it's during the harshest we find out how strong we really are.
With the threat of them being potential spies or saboteurs, nobody will argue against our actions, and history itself will vindicate us.
Heralds don't sing about men who lived in orthodoxy or played it safe, they sing about men who lived an uncertain future and took enough risks to make your head spin.
Woe is the mind of the common man, so easily controlled by the prospect of an ambition never to be truly attained. This is what tyrants live on and by what commoners are blissfully burdened and subdued.
There is no right or wrong, only what we believe is more right or more wrong
Hate did not give way to heroism.
Respect the dead, learn from them, do not follow or avenge them.
War was easy. The hard part was cleaning up afterward.
We must kill the guard before we can enter the palace.
a true leader must be able to command with an iron fist, not just a humble heart.
Animals do not respect their master's brother, but they do respect their brothers as masters.
A true leader is not meant to be greeted with unanimous praise by his people. A leader is meant to be questioned, to be suspect, to be hated. If he is not, then one can easily assume that either he has not challenged his abilities as a leader by making a decision that creates a split between the people, or he is forcing his subjects to bow before him.
Even though we don't admit it, every single one of us aspires to be like somebody, whether they live in the world today, within the bard's lyrics, or on the pages in the Library
If we truly detach from our childhood and abandon our inherent romanticism, then we shred any bit of humanity left in us.
Milcas raced out his door, anxious to find the answer to this riddle and discover the source of hope for a Roegan in Fargranther; the propellant of an unheard of, forgotten, impossible, and by all accounts, damned idea.
