Steven Montano > Quotes

“When you hold hands with the dead, eventually they pull you into the grave. ”
― Steven Montano, Black Scars

“Blood-colored clouds stained the eerie crystal sky.  The Darkhawk sailed low over a landscape covered with dead forests, dry plains, empty riverbeds and long-abandoned train tracks.  Everything wound through a twisted network of jagged hills the color of bones, and pools of brackish water ran across the landscape like puss. ”
― Steven Montano, Soulrazor

“The worst monsters are the human ones. ”
― Steven Montano, Soulrazor

“He’s tired of watching his friends die,” Cross said quietly.  “We’re all tired of watching friends die.  It doesn’t make him special.” “Well,” Cristena said, “it doesn’t make it easy, either.”
― Steven Montano, Blood Skies

“The dead have the easy road: they know the way, because that decision has already been made for them.  Only the living are lost.”
― Steven Montano, Crown of Ash

“The sound of a feeding was impossible to ignore.  Cross heard the smack of teeth, and sucking sounds so loud he swore they came from there in the room.  He heard pained moans and animal barks.  It amused him to think that once, so very long ago, these creatures had been painted as romantics by fiction writers.  They were animals, pure and simple, vicious of heart, evil of spirit, malign in their sole drive to wipe humanity out. ”
― Steven Montano, Blood Skies

“He stands alone in a wasteland of black sand, a realm of charcoal graveyards.  The black mountain stands in the distance, impossibly tall, a rip in the sky.  The forest lies at its feet, subjugated by the peak’s brutal size.  The stink of crumbled empires and the breath of ghosts drift on the ice wind breeze. There is nothing beyond the glade and the mountain.  They are adrift, an island in a sea of nothing.  Black sands run to infinity.  He feels the icy cold of the open desert, and he gazes up to a bloody red sky filled with swirling steel clouds.  Dead air whips along the ground, and it draws sand up into a black storm that takes to the sky like a predatory flock.”
― Steven Montano, Blood Skies

“He prays with them, only it isn’t prayer, not truly, for there are no gods there, no deities except for the soot angels, twisted succubi whose likenesses are cast upon a slab of stone: a mongrel avatar, an orgy of dark seraphim twisted together in a violent erotic dance.  Claws and teeth and bat’s wings fuse together.”
― Steven Montano, Crown of Ash

“She shrugged.  “Saving lives doesn’t mean much to me,” she said.  “You have to protect what’s yours.  That’s all that matters.”
― Steven Montano, Black Scars

“seen that boundary before, when he’d passed through the breath of worlds and entered the realm of the Woman in the Ice.  The memory flashes back, darker and more powerful than before.  In that memory he sees vast reptilian appendages dangling from multi-armed forms, elongated faces like spectral masks, claws of molten smoke and eyes like cold suns.  They’re impossible to count, just as they’re impossible to define – their forms block out the notion of anything that might lie beyond.  The strength of their nihilist gaze freezes the blood. The end of all things lies in their eyes. ”
― Steven Montano, Soulrazor