Nate Crowley > Quotes

“Never let your scars become drowned in gold.”
― Nate Crowley, The Twice-dead King: Reign

“It been considered distasteful, at least among the upper echelons of necrontyr culture, to talk of luck. To speak of bad luck was simply to confess your incompetence but speaking of good little better, as was an admission that elements of your reality were outside your control. Even when star of the home world had ended one of its relatively benign cycles and the mass graves the commoner’s districts were only half full by the solstice. That was not good luck, merely weakness on the sun's part.”
― Nate Crowley, The Twice-dead King: Reign

“As luck would have it, I’d been carrying the big metal bucket when it happened, and that’s what saved me. A bullet had pinged off it, right back into the shin of the ork who’d fired it, and I’d legged it while the ork was busy shouting at the bucket.”
― Nate Crowley, Ghazghkull Thraka: Prophet of the Waaagh!

“It was a fing, but it was the fing version of Ghazghkull, if you know what I mean. A Big Daemon, I think you call 'em. And you know how warp-fings come in different sorts of... themes, based on different ideas that humans reckon are bad, like disease, or enjoying yourself, or change? Well, this was one of the ones where the theme was 'anger', with horns and big wings and a magic whip and all that.”
― Nate Crowley, Ghazghkull Thraka: Prophet of the Waaagh!

“As far as it could be grasped, orkoid minds seemed capable of believing more than one objective truth at the same time. Indeed, they could hold several entirely contradictory facts in their conscious reckoning at once, and not feel the slightest bit of mental discomfort.”
― Nate Crowley, Ghazghkull Thraka: Prophet of the Waaagh!

“And as soon as the gate opened, the newcomer walked up and they headbutted the chief. Of course, the chief just laughed at that, and beat the stripling to a pulp, before taking the pelt and heading back into the fort. But as the gate began to close, they came over all soft, and shouted for Gogduf's doc to have the unconscious newcomer dragged in and fed. Who knows why. Maybe the headbutt had reminded them of their own youth, and made 'em wistful. Goffs can be sentimental like that. Or maybe it was the gods speaking. Maybe the headbutt was the gods speaking.”
― Nate Crowley, Ghazghkull Thraka: Prophet of the Waaagh!

“Something grey surged out of the ship’s wake, and Mouana reached for her pistol, then swore softly as she saw it was only a porpoise. The animals were playing in the engine wash, spinning in the air as they arced through the crashing foam. They were not albino, nor rotten, nor tentacled—just porpoises. The sight of the things brought hope back again; whatever mess they were in, at least they weren’t in Ocean.”
― Nate Crowley, Grand Amazon

“The level of radiation sleeting through the reactor’s inadequate shielding, meanwhile, was brutal. For the necrontyr of the homeworld, such crippling conditions had been the basis for a civilisational trauma. But the humans chose to live like this. Killing them was almost a kindness.”
― Nate Crowley, The Twice-dead King: Reign

“We've been through this, Orm. Orks have no... reproductive anatomy, and consequently no understanding of sex or gender.'
'Some of us understand sexangender', interrupted Biter, keen as ever to demonstrate their unusual expertise in humans. 'I find it all... quite funny.”
― Nate Crowley, Ghazghkull Thraka: Prophet of the Waaagh!

“Simple reason suggested that the Space Marines of the Lystraegonian were, by now, categorically out of the fight. But reason, Oltyx had learned over the course of the Akrops' flight, was near useless as a measure for understanding the actions of humanity,”
― Nate Crowley, The Twice-dead King: Reign

“Orks, thought Oltyx, feeling pure hatred. Only they could enter the ancient tomb of a culture so might it had defeated gods, get massacred in the process, and then have a party.”
― Nate Crowley, The Twice-Dead King: Ruin

“Yenekh sent nothing in return but glyphs of profound obedience, arranged with an immaculate balance of humility and flare. The fact the sequence could also be read in an obscure homeworld dialect from before biotransference, in which it would translate as 'took your fly-blown time', was surely an artefact of chance.”
― Nate Crowley, The Twice-dead King: Reign

“I know you have your grudges, Oltyx, but must you interpret the very arrangement of the heavens as an insult against your person?”
― Nate Crowley, The Twice-Dead King: Ruin

“This view of a living nature where man is nothing is both odd and sad. Here, in a fertile land, in an eternal greenness, you search in vain for traces of man; you feel you are carried into a different world from the one you were born into.”
― Nate Crowley, The Death and Life of Schneider Wrack