David Wragg > Quotes

“Aye, well, rumours abound.’ ‘What sort of rumours?’ ‘The sort that abound.”
― David Wragg, The Black Hawks

“Tarfel was crouched over Lemon’s stirring form. ‘I think she’s all right,’ the prince said. ‘She’s instructing me to eat my own genitals.”
― David Wragg, The Black Hawks

“Javani swallowed. ‘Right. Luck of the gods to you.’ The woman’s heavy brow dropped in puzzlement. ‘My gods grant no favours,’ she said, then vanished back within.”
― David Wragg, The Hunters

“The tall one,’ Chel said. ‘With the nose. He’s the brains?’ ‘The brains? Maybe the spleen, or wherever bile comes from.”
― David Wragg, The Black Hawks

“Power structures that claim authority from things unseen are exploitative by definition, especially when such claims are enforced with fear of a conveniently unverifiable afterlife. Any student of history, anyone with half-a-day’s learning, will see this. Unless, of course, their position in said structure defines their worth.”
― David Wragg, The Righteous

“Angering them? They are gods! What have they to fear from the mockery of mortals? What kind of gods would they be if they were cowed by the teasing squeals of piglets in their slaughterhouse? Ha! Can you imagine? Who would worship a god who craved the protection of men!”
― David Wragg, The Righteous

“Ah, you can fight on with an arrow in you! You can fight on with a dozen, like a fucken pin-cushion. I knew a fella, a Clydish man, mark you, not like one of you northern piss-sheets, fought on with sixteen arrows, two spears and a sword in him. Carried on for hours, cracking heads and ripping limbs.’ ‘And he lived?’ ‘Well, no, but he didn’t lie down and die at the first blow, did he?’ ‘So what’s the big secret? If you’re hit by an arrow, don’t die?’ ‘Aye. That’s the secret: don’t die.”
― David Wragg, The Black Hawks

“Oh aye, right, into the mountains we go. No bother there. Not like there’s fucken wolves and bears and whatnot. Always fucken wolves. Wildlife, shitehawks all. If I see a fucken wolf I’m gonna brain it with a fucken hammer and wear its flat head like a fucken hat. No fucken wolf better come near me. Lemon the wolf-hammer, that’s what they call me. Too fucken right, wolfy, just you try it. Just you show me your little wolfy teeth. I’ll have your fucken tail to clean my arse.’ ‘Lemon, please, hush,’ Foss sighed from a few paces over. ‘No,’ said Lemon.”
― David Wragg, The Black Hawks

“He was prow-faced, his nose a sharp, brutal beak, his dark and heavy features following in its wake.”
― David Wragg, The Black Hawks

“I say nothing less obvious than the nose on your face. Power structures that claim authority from things unseen are exploitative by definition, especially when such claims are enforced with fear of a conveniently unverifiable afterlife. Any student of history, anyone with half-a-day’s learning, will see this. Unless, of course, their position in said structure defines their worth.”
― David Wragg, The Righteous