John French > Quotes

“We do not need to be mighty when we are faced with weakness." - Ezekyle Abaddon”
― John French

“You claim to be a man, but that is a lie revealed to any who can see you here.

You deny you wish godhood, yet you raise up an empire to praise you.

You call yourself the Master of Mankind, and perhaps that is the ONLY truth you ever spoke- that you wish to make your children slaves"- Horus Lupercal”
― John French

“Memory was built on more than images or words, it was a web of sensations linked to a point in time. Remember the smell of a place and you would see it. Remember the exact shade of a flower's petals and you would recall the name of its species.”
― John French

“You didn't throw rocks at me!
Yeah, but I thought about it.”
― John French, Crusade + Other Stories: Great Fiction from the Dark Imperium

“Mortals cannot win war with what is eternal.”
― John French

“People die. Times end. Suffering and war circle into being like the rains of autumn and the winds of spring. You know this. We did not, and do not, bring evil into these realms. It is already here. How many cities had you burned before you took this penitent path? How much blood have you seen our enemies spill? How much suffering fills life without the True Gods ever lifting a finger?”
― John French, Tower of Empty Mirrors

“Control is made of knowing what we have, and what we want,' said the daemon, and I felt an echo of its satisfaction shiver through me. 'Power is having something that someone else wants and cannot have.”
― John French

“Memory was built on more than images or words, it was a web of sensations linked to a point in time. Remember the smell of a place and you would see it. Remember the exact shade of a flower's petals and you would recall the name of its species. ~ Ahzek Ahriman, Ahriman: Exile”
― John French

“…Corswain saw the daemon. How he had not before was not fathomable. There at the heart of the chamber, in the void between all the platforms and apparatus, burned a sun. It was golden, rayed, its light the light of a new day on gently rolling waves. He looked at it and felt the heaviness of his thoughts fall away. The burdens of will and command, of certain death and hopeless struggle, vanishing. He had never realised he was carrying so much, that he had borne the weight of existence on his shoulders. It was gone now. He was free. He was the master of his universe. From here, only what he desired and willed would exist.
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― John French, Mortis: The Horus Heresy - Siege of Terra (The Horus Heresy: Siege of Terra 5)