T. Frohock > Quotes

“It was better to see clearly. Even the ugliness of the world had its place. Eventually,”
― T. Frohock, Without Light or Guide

“When my mother died, I thought I’d drown in sorrow. But my grandmother said something very wise, and I’ve always held it close to my heart. She said that not even the sea is infinite, and neither is grief.”
― Teresa Frohock

“No lies, my love, no lies between us.”
― Teresa Frohock, The Broken Road

“He had his family, his family of bears, and together, they would roar.”
― T. Frohock, Los Nefilim

“No guns. We settle this like Nefilim.”

~Guillermo, Part 3, Chapter 7”
― T. Frohock, Los Nefilim

“Watch for me...It was the nefilim's prayer and served as a goodbye, or a blessing, or a curse. To watch for another meant they would search the eyes of every soul until they found each other again, either in this incarnation or the next.”
― T. Frohock, Where Oblivion Lives

“Nothing sinister marked his features, but then again monsters generally moved through the world unobtrusively, camouflaged by banality until their deeds manifested in the form of dead bodies or broken souls.”
― T. Frohock, Where Oblivion Lives

“The old priest’s smile faltered momentarily. “I’ve seen a dead man’s eyes that looked like yours. What makes you so weary, son?” Lucian dropped his gaze; there weren’t enough days before them to spin his tale.”
― T. Frohock, Miserere

“He was a corpse in need of a grave.”
― T. Frohock, Miserere: An Autumn Tale

“Is that an olive branch?” “Take it or burn it.” Garcia”
― T. Frohock, Without Light or Guide

“I use all of you, and don’t you ever forget it. That’s the way the worlds work, Miquel . . . all of the worlds, the supernatural and the mundane . . . they are filled with the users and the used. At some point in our lives, we all get used. At other times, we’re the users. No one is exempt. Not even the angels.”
― T. Frohock, The Second Death

“Famine was a dirty bitch with rotten fangs, but the hunger she put in a belly bit sharp nonetheless.”
― Teresa Frohock, The Broken Road