Elizabeth H. Boyer > Quotes

“By the wizard’s gizzards, Flosi’s a hound! How shall my cat fylgja ever stand him?”
― Elizabeth H. Boyer, The Elves and the Otterskin

“Ivarr listened and grinned, exchanging a wink with the silent Eilifir. It was good to be out from under a roof again and listening to his friends picking fights with one another and trading friendly insults.”
― Elizabeth H. Boyer, The Elves and the Otterskin

“It seems to be my fate to be the doom of wizards, I fear.”
― Elizabeth H. Boyer, The Elves and the Otterskin

“What fools you are! Regin, you especially disgust me. You could have gone far as my assistant, and even the Scipling and his sword could still have possibilities, if you’d only realize your purpose is to be used as tools for great ones such as I.”
― Elizabeth H. Boyer, The Elves and the Otterskin

“A fleshless finger beckoned at him to approach, reinforced by a menacing gesture with the staff. Ivarr wanted to rub his eyes. It couldn’t be Lorimer, not in broad daylight.”
― Elizabeth H. Boyer, The Elves and the Otterskin

“I may not be a Guild wizard, but mind you, what I lack in reputation and fancy degrees I make up for in sheer determination.”
― Elizabeth H. Boyer, The Elves and the Otterskin

“If, by some miraculous accident, you were able to kill me, I would not take long to restore myself with another body and my power would only be the greater for the experience. Ha, I see that startles you. What is the point in being a necromancer if one doesn’t make plans to live a great many times?”
― Elizabeth H. Boyer, The Elves and the Otterskin

“What does it matter now if I’m killed? We’ve got the gold, and the sword is lost forever. I’m the most expendable member of the group.”

“That’s not true!” Finnvard said. “We’d be devastated if anything happened to you! Regin, don’t let him go!”
― Elizabeth H. Boyer, The Elves and the Otterskin

“You think I am a cruel taskmaster and a tyrant, and therefore Bjarnhardr must be kind and gentle. I assure you, you couldn’t be more wrong, Sigurd.”
― Elizabeth H. Boyer, The Wizard and the Warlord

“The last thing I want to say to you, Siggi, is guard that rowdy power of yours, and never let anyone take it away from you. They won’t be doing you any favor, I promise you.”
― Elizabeth H. Boyer, The Wizard and the Warlord

“You musn’t feel too bad,” Grus said, as if reading his mind. “Lorimer always gets what he wants. It would be far easier just to hand it over to him without all this flap; he’s going to get it anyway. Take myself for example. He’s always coveted my powers and hated me because I wouldn’t allow him to use me, but he got around all that by killing me and using his powers of necromancy to force me to talk. But then again, I always liked to talk and got into most of my trouble because of it. You’d feel much better if only you’d start talking about almost anything, not the location of the barrow specifically, although that would save us the trouble of catching and torturing one of your friends-“

“Why don’t you just shut up?” Ivarr said. “I’d like to give you a good toss as far as I could throw you.”

“I’d yell first,” Grus said. “You wouldn’t have time even to get your feet under you and I’d yell my head off.”
― Elizabeth H. Boyer, The Elves and the Otterskin

“Our doom has been following and searching for you these twenty years.”
― Elizabeth H. Boyer, The Wizard and the Warlord

“What can we do without Gizur? We’re not clear of the jotuns yet. They’ll grab Ivarr and his sword without the least compunction.”

“Sword?” Egills grunted. “What sword? Do you see a sword? Maybe your eyes are playing tricks on you, Flosi. There is no sword, and I have my doubts there will ever be a sword.”
― Elizabeth H. Boyer, The Elves and the Otterskin

“If only the light were a bit stronger, or his imagination weaker, he could be sure something or someone was following them.”
― Elizabeth H. Boyer, The Elves and the Otterskin

“My mettle is more like kettle metal, but I think we must go and face Svartarr like proper Alfar.”
― Elizabeth H. Boyer, The Elves and the Otterskin

“In a matter of moments, the battlefield was deserted except for the seven travelers, who were cautiously creeping from their hiding places like sooty lizards.”
― Elizabeth H. Boyer, The Elves and the Otterskin

“Fafnir is a very old dragon. You can tell by the quantities of smoke. In old age they lose much of their flame and get very sooty.”
― Elizabeth H. Boyer, The Elves and the Otterskin

“You’ll have to get to know Mikla. He’s not much older than we are and an admirable little fellow, when he can escape from Jotull long enough to have some fun.”
― Elizabeth H. Boyer, The Wizard and the Warlord

“I shall keep your head and preserve it so I can listen to all your threats and insults every day and laugh.”
― Elizabeth H. Boyer, The Elves and the Otterskin

“Who’s there, and what’s the idea of attacking a wizard in his own home? Speak and identify yourselves and your grievance or I shall be forced to return your arrows with firebolts.”
― Elizabeth H. Boyer, The Elves and the Otterskin

“Ivarr!” called the voice in whispery tones. “Ivarr, I’ve come for you!”
― Elizabeth H. Boyer, The Elves and the Otterskin

“He chattered on, but Ivarr didn’t listen. He was too sunken in despair to have the slightest interest in Grus’s family history of several centuries ago.”
― Elizabeth H. Boyer, The Elves and the Otterskin

“He was the only teacher I ever liked. I could have learned a lot from him.”
― Elizabeth H. Boyer, The Elves and the Otterskin

“Our pretty play didn’t fool you, but if you think you’ve seen the last of us, you’re mistaken. Jotuns have protected that sword for centuries, and jotuns must have it when it is brought out again. We’ll get you too, my smart young Scipling.”
― Elizabeth H. Boyer, The Elves and the Otterskin

“I devoted my life to him, and now he expects me to be his slave.”
― Elizabeth H. Boyer, The Elves and the Otterskin

“The Maze without the continual chatter and grumbling of the Alfar was a place of portenous silence.”
― Elizabeth H. Boyer, The Elves and the Otterskin

“He paused to let Sigurd question him, fixing this listeners with his most solemn stare, which would have been impressive on an older, stouter frame, but now looked rather top-heavy on his slender form.”
― Elizabeth H. Boyer, The Wizard and the Warlord

“You’re not afraid, are you?” Flosi taunted maliciously.

“I was born frightened,” Finnvard said, “and it has preserved my life a thousand times. Anyone who isn’t frightened simply isn’t thinking clearly.”
― Elizabeth H. Boyer, The Elves and the Otterskin

“The wizard looked thoughtfully into the fire and puffed at his pipe, which had a carved face on it that either sneered or laughed in the flickering firelight.”
― Elizabeth H. Boyer, The Wizard and the Warlord

“Your scepter is much more likely to be a blackthorn stake through your heart,” Regin said. “I only regret I shan’t see the day it happens.”

Grus exclaimed, “Now there’s a wizard after my own heart, and I do mean that literally.”
― Elizabeth H. Boyer, The Elves and the Otterskin