Scott Oden > Quotes

“This was no game of thrones where generals sacrificed and maneuvered on the backs of their soldiers; this was the most primal sort of conflict—Odin’s weather, the red chaos of slaughter—where men stood breast-to-breast and shield-to-shield, and dealt the same blows they took in kind.”
― Scott Oden, A Gathering of Ravens

“It occurred to him that there were many forms of poison, the most insidious being the poison of words. [...] It was a poison with no easy antidote.”
― Scott Oden, Men of Bronze

“You've learned that pride if often the first victim of ambition”
― Scott Oden, Men of Bronze

“All we must do, child, is live well, help where we can, and take the good times with as much grace as the bad.”
― Scott Oden, A Gathering of Ravens

“a hate-fueled machine of slaughter.”
― Scott Oden, The Doom of Odin

“eunuch’s voice, thin and reedy—the priest from Messina, black-cassocked and filthy. “That devil is still out there.” The man who answers is a giant, his frame shrouded in a mail haubergeon and a coat-of-plates; he has a patrician nose and eyes that have seen death. “Devil?” he replies, scoffing. “I’ll bugger your devil, priest! He is nothing! Do you hear me? Nothing! A milk-livered whore’s son!”
― Scott Oden, The Doom of Odin

“Étaín could have refuted everything Grimnir claimed, had her mind not been shattered from exhaustion; she could have told him that when the earth shook, every man, woman, and child inside Badon shared the same belief: that it was the hand of God, descended to earth to put paid to some nest of sinners, like Sodom and Gomorrah. No, sin was Badon’s downfall, and those whom the Almighty spared would go to their graves hard in the belief that they owed their existence from this day on to divine grace, to piety, and to the love of Christ Jesus.”
― Scott Oden, A Gathering of Ravens

“The storm howled out of the west like the terrible voice of God, shouting down the heretics who doubted the coming Apocalypse.”
― Scott Oden, A Gathering of Ravens

“I don't know why the gods made Fate our master then gave us a fighting spirit, perhaps only for their own amusement, perhaps to give us a thirst for life.”
― Scott Oden, Men of Bronze

“Glory seems to bestow herself like a whore on those least worthy.”
― Scott Oden, Men of Bronze

“Dusza jest niczym płomień świecy. Choć ją zgasisz, maleńki węgielek, szarara, żarzy się w ciele. Z czasem się wypali. Ale zanim to nastąpi, ktoś kto jest biegły w nekromancji może rozpalić ten duchowy popiół, przywołać go na krótko do życia.”
― Scott Oden, Lew Kairu

“It would be foolish, I think, to judge a whole people by the actions of a few vile souls. Foolish as well as misguiding.”
― Scott Oden, Men of Bronze

“Who will speak my name so I might taste eternity if no one knows i ever drew breath?”
― Scott Oden, Men of Bronze

“We are all born, and we all die—be it from age and illness, like your people, or from battle, like mine. Everything between is what you make of it,” Grimnir said.”
― Scott Oden, A Gathering of Ravens

“Old Gífr taught us to make that death as hard as nails.”
― Scott Oden, Twilight of the Gods

“this oväder—this un-weather—was of the Devil’s making; that the fumes of Hell warmed the world of Man, and soon the armies of God would strike from the Gates of Heaven to set the balance right.”
― Scott Oden, A Gathering of Ravens

“Memories are a bane, little bird, like a thorn lodged in your eye. Cut them out, if you can, or they’ll do nothing but haunt you in your dotage.”
― Scott Oden, Twilight of the Gods

“Grimnir looked at each man, in turn; he sucked his teeth. “You couldn’t take my head with twice the louts you have, now. Ha! My head’s safe as a babe at its mother’s teat.”
― Scott Oden, The Doom of Odin