Peter Fehervari > Quotes

“Phaedra was too lazy to be a deathworld, but too bitter to be anything else.”
― Peter Fehervari

“Better our evil empire than theirs.”
― Peter Fehervari, Fire Caste

“Sometimes I think I’m dead to horror, but then some new abomination steps up to the challenge and shoves the truth down my throat: horror can never be sated and no man will ever be allowed his fill. There is always more and worse to come.”
― Peter Fehervari, Fire Caste

“Nine is the number of the feast without limits, where all that’s possible waxes probable and whatever may be, might be. Nine is the symbol seized in sleep and seeded into forever, freed by dreams and fervent screams of what should be. Nine kindles the imagination unbound by reason, risen to conceive without surcease or subjection to objective truth. Nine quickens the flesh to breach the formulas of fell, fallacious form and reach beyond the lines that bind and blind. Nine hails ambition unbowed by reality, driven to roam and remake the world without submission to sense or tangibility. Nine heralds the Angel Ascendant and the Architect Infernal alike, a phoenix and a many-headed serpent entwined. Nine is the beginning in the end, coiled and convoluted to create and devour until the difference is none. Nine marks the most wondrous and treacherous of paths, and thus the only one worth walking, for enlightenment lies in waking. Nine is nought but itself and one and all.”
― Peter Fehervari, The Reverie

“The Thunderground is a secret place waiting inside every one of us,’ Iverson said. ‘It’s the needle in the eye in of the storm that’s life, the testing point that’ll make or break you in the God-Emperor’s eyes. You’ll only walk it once, but that walk will be forever. There’s no turning back and no second chances so you’d better walk with fire in your heart and steel in your spine.”
― Peter Fehervari, Fire Caste

“The flesh is as weak as its wearer, and its wearer as weak as their dreams.”
― Peter Fehervari, Requiem Infernal

“You can't run from the truth. It runs faster.”
― Peter Fehervari, The Reverie

“Nothing better awaited her in the long night ahead.”
― Peter Fehervari, Nightbleed

“The Angel rises from refined hearts. Through mortal eyes He reflects light into the darkness. By mortal hands He reclaims the future, one dream at a time. What was lost may yet be founded anew. Never falter on your path. Never fester in fear, despair or doubt. Never fall, within or without. Arise on burning wings.”
― Peter Fehervari, The Reverie

“Paradise lost is all the sweeter rediscovered—and damnation not nearly as sour as you might imagine.”
― Peter Fehervari, The Thirteenth Psalm

“He placed a gloved hand on Vikram’s shoulder. “There are worms at the world’s heart, coiled at the seats of earthly power like a manifold tumor that has awoken to its own hunger and craves more. There may be many worms or only one that manifests as many, or perhaps myriad strands of the One True Wyrm, but it equates to the same misery. The parasites feed, grow, and spread in Mankind’s wake, infesting new worlds through the blood, sweat, and fears of their hosts, leaving us enough to survive and occasionally even prosper, but only ever in service to the sickness we bear.”
Vikram was staring straight ahead, his teeth gritted and his fists clenched. He realized he was nodding along to the tale. Worms? Yes, that was the right name for them. Why hadn’t he found it himself?
“Our masters probably delight in cruelty, for that has been the most constant thread in human history,” Niemand continued, “yet it is possible they imagine themselves equitable, benevolent even. Have they not driven Mankind to survive, strive, and conquer with a ferocity its foes cannot match? Would there be a union of faiths and nations without the invisible coils binding us to a common cause? Would we have seized the stars without their hunger to drive us?’ Would we have endured at all?” Niemand’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Perhaps worms are the gods we deserve.”
“No,” Vikram rasped. His eyes met Skaadi’s and found a rage that mirrored his own. “No,” he repeated, fiercely this time.
“No,” Niemand agreed. “Never. We will raise our own gods—or better yet, do without them.”
― Peter Fehervari

“We are Adepta Sororitas. We look to the heart for purity, not upon the face.”
― Peter Fehervari, Requiem Infernal

“That isn’t my name.’ Nor has he offered her one, for anonymity is the custom of those bound for the Reverie. They are simply ‘travellers’ until they reach their destination. After all, they are seeking themselves.”
― Peter Fehervari, The Reverie

“To seize the sun and the moon then make them one invites the fall eternal. For all things that shine are not necessarily alike, nor likely to align.”
― Peter Fehervari, The Reverie

“They raise us up and call us sisters and brothers then let us fall into ourselves. And in our dissolution their superiority is magnified and made manifest.”
― Peter Fehervari, The Reverie

“Water and fine wine don't mix nor match!" - Sister Mercy”
― Peter Fehervari, Requiem Infernal

“Fate paints without recourse to any cause. But only the boldest strokes endure.”
― Peter Fehervari, The Reverie

“We are the progeny of the choices we make.”

― Bjargo Rathana”
― Peter Fehervari, The Thirteenth Psalm

“We are all shadows grasping for substance in the long, dark nightmare of the soul.'

Icharos Malvoisin
Castigator Chaplain, Angels Penitent”
― Peter Fehervari

“I marveled that their stunted species had ever reached the stars.”
― Peter Fehervari, A Sanctuary of Wyrms

“Wherever you go, there you are.”
― Peter Fehervari, Fire Caste

“Only Truth cuts deep enough to warrant respect.”
― Peter Fehervari, Requiem Infernal

“There is nothing more unhloy than holiness stained.”
― Peter Fehervari, Requiem Infernal

“The Thunderground is a secret place waiting inside every one of us... It's the needle in the eye of the storm that's life, the testing point that'll make or break you in the God-Emperor's eyes. You'll only walk it once, but that walk will be forever. There's no turning back and no second chances so you'd better walk with fire in you heart and steel in your spine.”
― Peter Fehervari, Fire Caste

“I am beset by secrets and lies, but the most malign are the misgivings in my own soul.”
― Peter Fehervari, The Thirteenth Psalm

“They raise us up and call us sisters and brothers then let us fall into ourselves. And in our dissolution their superiority is magnified and made manifest.”
― Peter Fehervari, The Reverie

“With belief comes clarity and clarity forges purpose.”

― The Calavera”
― Peter Fehervari, Fire and Ice

“Her bare feet floating just above the restless waters, the seeker followed the river’s course towards the dancing lights on the horizon. Water sprayed around her, never quite touching her glowing skin. She could feel her former patron’s gaze, not upon her, but searching, eager to repossess her, like a treasured relic made all the more precious now it was lost to him. He wouldn’t come after her, but he would never stop looking.
‘Arise or fall, brother,’ the seeker sang. ‘Arise or fall.’
She never looked back.”
― Peter Fehervari, The Reverie

“Through a liquid haze he could see dozens of pale, coin-sized grubs being swept from his sleeves. The vermin were all shells and pincers and thorny tendrils, something between a crab and a jellyfish. Several clung stubbornly to his hands, fighting to burrow into his flesh, but his rescuer tore them off with practised efficiency. ‘The dead, they are full with the skrabs.’ The Lethean laughed harshly. ‘Mostly they only bite, but is not good to be bleeding inside a meatbag!”
― Peter Fehervari, Fire Caste

“It’s their eyes that give the worms away.
Those eyes aren’t black or milky white or anything like that. They don’t glow or wriggle around on stalks like some he’s burned on the frontier. Fact is they don’t look wrong at all, but there ain’t nothing right about the way they look at you. They’re full of hunger and contempt for the blind, which is everybody except Argo Mace.
The worms love messing with the blind. Sometimes its terminal stuff, like making folks cut their own throats or go skin diving into the void, but mostly it’s longer-lasting hurt they like—things that’ll leave their victims torn up inside, like making ’em screw over a mate or act like head cases. He’s seen good men turned into the animals then set free, leaving them believing the sin was always in them and there’s no way back. The worms enjoy playing with their prey.
Prey? Yeah, that’s about right, Argo reckons, coz wrecking lives is how they feed. He feels that in his gut. Killing might be part of it, but it’s not the point. It’s suffering that really gets them off.”
― Peter Fehervari