Maria Violante > Quotes

“A running doe cannot think; a running wolf cannot plan. I am as the tree, watching calmly, observing all that passes before me.”
― Maria Violante, De La Roca

“It was too much. Her anger and grief were like tigers tied together at the tail, threatening to consume her and each other, and she couldn’t let that happen. That wasn’t her way. She needed a goal, a reason to operate, an assignment.”
― Maria Violante, De La Roca

“And the best part was—there were enough demons running through Pico that locals either didn’t notice them or didn’t care.  Few places on Earth were so accepting.”
― Maria Violante, De La Roca

“It was the Death-Bringer, the Death-Seeker. It was Kali and the Morrigan.”
― Maria Violante, De La Roca

“There are entire worlds of strangeness, worlds of wonder, worlds of glass and worlds of light.”
― Maria Violante, De La Roca

“Swiftly falling Like water running We are again at peace.”
― Maria Violante, De La Roca

“Welcome Sons. Welcome Daughter.”
― Maria Violante, De La Roca

“And the humans? Unlike the angels, or their cast-offs, the demons, the humans had something to them—true depth, true life—a soul. You never did figure out what happens to them after they die.”
― Maria Violante, De La Roca

“The question, of course, was where to go from here.”
― Maria Violante, De La Roca

“Goddamn this darkness!” Unlike many others of her brethren, she did not have the akra of lights. In response, Alsvior lit his mane and tail.”
― Maria Violante, De La Roca

“She is against us, and therefore against God.”
― Maria Violante, De La Roca

“He was young, immature, with no father of his own to show him the way, and without the trials of maturity to show him how to control his emotions or reign in his temper. He had been impulsive, hasty, and quick to anger. He had been egotistical and sure of his infallibility, and in that egoism, he had created his beings as fractured images of himself.”
― Maria Violante, De La Roca

“No, it was his destiny that set him apart—and his destiny required sacrifice. If only I had known before the gears were set in motion, before the suffering and the bloodshed. Instead, it had taken centuries of watching his peers slay each other and defile everything they once held dear before the realization came to him. He was to be the new God.”
― Maria Violante, De La Roca

“De la Roca had heard she guarded a waypoint, a door between Hell and the realm of men. She didn't know how true that last one was, though. And since I have no desire to return to Hell, I don't particularly care to find out. That's sad. Hell might be a nice place.”
― Maria Violante, De La Roca

“Ja Santos removed a horn from his chest and blew into it, three great blasts that rang through the valley like the call of a trumpeting elephant, and they began their descent on foot.”
― Maria Violante, De La Roca

“Mother? Of what?” Alsvior’s voice sounded childish, petulant. Both De la Roca and Laufeyson had seen fit to hold their tongues, waiting to size up the two newcomers before speaking. The ashes of the mademoiselle’s body lay behind them, the steaming pile a reminder of the struggle that punctuated their exit from their own world. But where were they now? Who was this man and woman, and why did they address the small company as “mother” and “fathers?”
― Maria Violante, De La Roca

“It had to be a firearms factory. De la Roca scowled. Not a cheese factory, or a refrigerator factory, or even a fluffy pillow factory—no, it had to be guns.”
― Maria Violante, De La Roca

“There are worlds God did not create? Then ... were there other gods?”
― Maria Violante, De La Roca

“Are you threatening me?” She let her lips curl up into a slight smile, and her heartbeat, which had sped up only slightly, slowed back to its original cadence.”
― Maria Violante, De La Roca