Katharine Kerr > Quotes

“I wonder if I'll ever forgive Evandar? I wonder even more if I should bother," Aderyn said.

"Of course you should," Nevyn said wearily, "but for your own sake, not his. Hatred binds a man to what he hates, and I think me you need to be free of him.”
― Katharine Kerr, The Spirit Stone

“By the hairy ass of lord hell." Many characters in the Deverry Cycle Novels”
― Katharine Kerr, The Red Wyvern

“By the Lord of Hell’s hairy balls!”
― Katharine Kerr, Daggerspell

“Consider the roots of a simple and mundane action, for instance, buying bread for your breakfast. A farmer has grown the grain in a field carved from wilderness by his ancestors; in the ancient city a miller has ground the flour and a baker prepared the loaf; the vendor has transported it to your house in a cart built by a cartwright and his apprentices. Even the donkey that draws the cart, what stories could she not tell if you could decipher her braying? And then you yourself hand over a coin of copper dug from the very heart of the earth, you who have risen from a bed of dreams and darkness to stand in the light of the vast and terrifying sun. Are there not a thousand strands woven together into this tapestry of a morning meal? How then can you expect that the omens of great events should be easy to unravel? The Pseudo-Iamblichus Scroll”
― Katharine Kerr, A Time of Omens

“Er zijn meer mannen gespaard door goed om zich heen te kijken dan door uitmuntende vechtkunst.”
― Katharine Kerr, A Time of Omens

“of Atlantis,”
― Katharine Kerr, The Bristling Wood

“Arzosah turned, snapping her huge jaws, roaring again with a”
― Katharine Kerr, Days of Air and Darkness

“prince my”
― Katharine Kerr, Days of Blood and Fire

“Still feel sick?” Cullyn said.
“I don’t. I didn’t think blood would smell like that.”
“Well, it does, and it runs like that, too. Why do you think I didn’t want you riding with us?”
“Did you know someone would get killed?”
“I was hoping I could stop it, but I was ready for it. I always am, because I have to be. I truly did think those lads would break sooner than they did, you see, but there was one young wolf in the pack of rabbits. Poor bastard. That’s what he gets for his honor.”
“Da? Are you sorry for him?”
“I am. I’ll tell you something, my sweet, that no other man in Deverry would admit: I’m sorry for every man I ever killed, somewhere deep in my heart. But it was his Wyrd, and there’s nothing a man can do about his own Wyrd, much less someone else’s. Someday my own Wyrd will take me, and I’ve no doubt it’ll be the same one I’ve brought to many a man. It’s like a bargain with the gods. Every warrior makes it. Do you understand?”
“Sort of. Your life for theirs, you mean?”
“Just that. There’s nothing else a man can do.”
Jill began to feel better. Thinking of it as Wyrd made it seem clean again.
“It’s the only honor left to me, my bargain with my Wyrd,” Cullyn went on. “I told you once, never dishonor yourself. If ever you’re tempted to do the slightest bit of a dishonorable thing, you remember your father, and what one dishonor brought him—the long road and shame in the eyes of every honest man.”
“But wasn’t it your Wyrd to have the dagger?”
“It wasn’t.” Cullyn allowed himself a brief smile. “A man can’t make his Wyrd better, but it’s in his hands to make it worse.”
― Katharine Kerr

“Nevyn woke to a world turned gray by fog. It lay so thick on island and sea that land and water seemed the same element. In the windless damp, every word spoken hung in the air like a tuft of sheep’s wool caught on a bramble.”
― Katharine Kerr, The Bristling Wood

“Er zijn tijden waarin je iets wat je wilt verbergen maar het beste vol in het zicht kunt zetten.”
― Katharine Kerr, A Time of Omens

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― Katharine Kerr, Deverry: Three Tales

“Get an apple, put an iron nail in it, and leave it there overnight. Then take it out and eat the apple. You’ll see the red streak of the sanguine humor, which is what you need.”
― Katharine Kerr, The Bristling Wood