L.P. Cowling > Quotes

“Do not trust their words.
Challenge them to a staring contest, at the sun.
That is the true measure of a man.
The willingness to ruin oneself to prove.”
― L.P. Cowling, Infinite

“Loneliness is a storm.
Not something relaxing, the pitter patter and distant rumble.
But the annoying pre-storm, wherein lives are boring, and not satisfying.

Hello?
Oh, the car crashed.
It’s sad, that’s so abrasive.
There are no voices in my head anymore,
But I’d welcome the company, you know.

Good thing I have nothing to hide,
So I’ll wait for you, and them.
~”
― L.P. Cowling, PFI: Poetry Collection

“don’t suck your thumb, i’m near.
lean forward, suck in the gut.
scraped knees don’t hurt,
i can see through any walls.
no, this is the purveyance always.
transcends sight and follows you.
you’re a man, or not, now.
but i can still see through walls.
so, don’t suck your thumb, boy.
~”
― L.P. Cowling, PFI: Poetry Collection

“The Queen gave no reply. A calmness had come over here. One born from being pushed beyond the Queen’s limit.

No punishment, no act of vengeance, no war, no amount of blood, and no retribution that the realm had already seen, would hold a candle to what she would bring”
― L.P. Cowling, A Flood of Faith and Folly

“This,” He started, giving a sudden twinge of his hips so that Ariana could feel the intensity of his throbbing within her. “And you, are mine.”
― L.P. Cowling, A Flood of Faith and Folly

“Either we live through it, and there is no cause for concern. Or we will die, in which case we will not be alive to be worried or concerned with the state of being dead.”
― L.P. Cowling, Zekel

“I am going, with or without you all.” Raven answered like a dog let loose of its cage. “If I go alone, the chance that I may die, raises significantly in comparison to if my Faithful join me.”
― L.P. Cowling

“Stuck between the most confused, and least ignorant.
You’d think that’d be a contradiction, yet here I am, living this way despite your preconceived notion of that kind of an oxymoron.
I live in defiance of what you think – and it is torture.”
― L.P. Cowling, Faith

“How’s a woman to bear me children with hips like those? Was your father a stick insect? Was your mother a praying mantis?”
― L.P. Cowling, Gearpox

“it’s you i shaped my standards to.
you gave me too much personality.
i’m sorry you trusted me with that,
i’ve stolen it and not done well.
does anyone put pins in their hair?
is that anyone else’s fantasy.
in my memory,
everyone does.
don’t be disappointed in me,
i think if i was less abrasive
you’d probably understand
why there’s no lifeboat
you were never the type for lifeboats,
only in emergencies, is that true though?
maybe that’s just my imagination.
there are probably no pins in hair.
~”
― L.P. Cowling, PFI: Poetry Collection

“You and your wolf could come help, you know.”
“One not coming back ain’t as bad as two or three, squirt.”
― L.P. Cowling, Zekel

“Ohhhhhhhhhh
The King’s hair is quite fair,
And his smile’s all there.
Yet beside of all this,
The King has no heir!

Foooooooooor
The King is not there, down there.
No the King is not there, down there.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaall
The maids are so pretty,
And some even witty!
But still no heir is there,
And say so my ditty!

The King is not there, down there.
No the King is not there, down there.

Sooooooooooo
Don’t hang your brother,
For the sake of your mother!
Cuz we’ve still no heir to spare,
Unless she whelped another!

Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
The king is not there, down there.
No, the King is not there, down there.”
― L.P. Cowling, Gearpox

“Raven’s head snapped up to face the Winterhold army, his hand instinctively reaching for his greatsword to his right. The boy hadn’t raised from his knees, and his chest heaved with each breath, staring down the tens of thousands that marched towards Raven to stop him from reaching Ariana. To kill him. To kill his followers. To keep her from him.”
― L.P. Cowling, A Flood of Faith and Folly

“This plant on my desk, he gives out a little oxygen.

He gives out a little green grow.

But he demands much, sunlight, water, I don’t know what else.

But he expects it.

He is my most demanding friend I let be.
~”
― L.P. Cowling, PFI: Poetry Collection

“What was I supposed to do?” Lane returned. “Let him slaughter the old codger on the court room floor? Nhiles are you aware how hard it is to get blood out of carpet?”
― L.P. Cowling, Gearpox

“You aren’t pretty enough to be this stupid, girl.” Commanded Moid as he closed in on Elizabeth. “What did you think running from us would accomplish? You’ll find no hope in these caves.”
― L.P. Cowling, Owenoak

“News travelled slower, people travelled slower, and help travelled slowest of all.”
― L.P. Cowling, Zekel

“His odds don’t really matter if he’s not going to win.”
― L.P. Cowling, Zekel

“friends are so much work,
so much upkeep.
i don’t know how you do it,
or even why.
you charge your phone at night,
but never yourself.
you were not born introverted,
is that your gift?
it’s wednesday,
i’m tired already.
how do you look forward to things?
how is that your release?
authors, a terribly introverted lot.
thank you for profiling,
i’m embarrassed it’s accurate.”
― L.P. Cowling, The Primrose Pages

“The appearance of the screaming golden skulls that decorate the armor of their various stages – faces of the tormented victims, plaid in gold, those made as offerings to summon the Harbinger itself.”
― L.P. Cowling, Notes From The Monster Cartographer

“You got a name for it? All the best ones have names I hear.”

“Sword.”

“Creative.”
― L.P. Cowling, Zekel

“I understand your concerns, Sir William," Lithan began, his voice laced with anger. "But you must understand, my people are suffering. We simply cannot defend ourselves against Arvandor's might. We need the help of your army, or all my people may as well slit their own throats in their barns, now.”
― L.P. Cowling, A Flood of Faith and Folly

“Piss in your hand and clap, ya bloody westerner. Now bugger off!” The voice returned, before the murder hole was shut, replaced by another slab of wood then exact size of the window.”
― L.P. Cowling, Gearpox

“Unless we all want to end up like our spiritual friend here…” Garryck said, gesturing with the point of his lance at the hole he’d left in the dead man’s body.”
― L.P. Cowling, Gearpox

“You speak so easily of war, when so many of your brothers and sisters lie dead at the bottom of the ocean, at the hands of the King’s navy. That is war.”

“When the maggot infested, mouldy bread runs out, and you’re so desperate for food that you daydream about finding a rat to cook, and stare contemplative at your fingers. That is war.”

“When you’re conscripted, spend years killing people, for a king, who look just like you, and come home to find your wife in bed with a man who dodged the call of battle. That is war.”

“When your people, your kind and everyone you love are hunted down and butchered like pigs in their sleep whilst they lay abed, just because of their ancestry. That is war.”

“When mothers put their daughters to the sword, rather than letting the victors have them as spoils of war. That is war.”
“When your wife fades away in your arms, simply because you and your kind have been labelled persons of interest for the knife. That is war.”

“When you sacrifice everything so that your daughter might live a better life, away from persecution, prejudice and fear, and then she is taken from you anyway. That is war.”
― L.P. Cowling, Gearpox