Roberto Calas > Quotes

“The tears brimming in her eyes make me stop. I cannot suffer a woman to cry. Elizabeth and I have an agreement: she does not cry in arguments anymore and I let her win them all.”
― Roberto Calas, The Scourge

“If you look for ways to fault yourself, you will always find them. Intent is the true measure of fault.”
― Roberto Calas, The Scourge

“Love is simply selfishness, honed to a razor-fine point. —Elendyl Bask, Warrior Poet”
― Roberto Calas, Stars and Graves

“I am Gregory the Wanderer,” the man says. It is an apt name, for one of his eyes wanders far from true.”
― Roberto Calas, The Scourge

“Will be a storm of kak”
― Roberto Calas, Stars and Graves

“In Moriah, God asked Abraham to kill his own son and Abraham didn't hesitate. He has asked me to put an end to this witch-whore and that peddler Gregory. And it will be done.”
― Roberto Calas, The Scourge

“The Old Testament,” he says. “That's where God lives. In that angry, vengeful world. Christians tried to make him a merciful, forgiving God, but it's a lie. The New Testament is a beautiful quilt thrown over a bed of nails.”
― Roberto Calas, The Scourge

“Hermits. Hiding in castles and priories and praying assiduously.”
― Roberto Calas, The Scourge

“When the smoke clears enough to allow vision, the plaguers in the kitchen stagger forward reticently, as if dazed.”
― Roberto Calas, The Scourge

“At this range, my bolt will cut through your armor as if it were cheese.” “Cheese can’t cut through armor, Sir Simon.”
― Roberto Calas, Emaculum

“Confidence is a parasite that feeds upon the courage of your foes. If you show no fear, your enemy will hesitate, no matter how badly they outnumber you.”
― Roberto Calas, Emaculum

“Always the child,” Sir Morgan says. “Always the fool. Fools don't get into heaven, Tristan. Fools rot in purgatory.” “We're all going to rot,” Tristan says. “There is only one heaven, and that is between a woman's legs.”
― Roberto Calas, The Scourge

“Cecilia blasts a great snort of air from her nostrils and speaks. Her voice is venomous. “There is plague in Danbury. More and more of it. The blighted ones come in packs from the north. Packs like the one we ran from today. Some of them find their way to Danbury. Ten of our people were killed in the last two weeks. My mother. My sister.” She trembles, points a finger at Thomas. “His wife! All of them dead. And still he makes fiery speeches about staying safe and about how he will protect us, and how Danbury is secure. It is not secure! We will be overrun soon, and we will die! All of us! Did you see it today? Did you see it? They will sweep into Danbury and surround us like they surrounded that — ” “Silence!” Sir Thomas stands and points to Cecilia. “You think fleeing is the answer? You think packing up in the black of morning and riding off to Dartford will keep you safe? Did it keep you safe today?” Silence falls again.”
― Roberto Calas, The Scourge

“ribauldequin,”
― Roberto Calas, The Scourge

“Isabella's scream is like a weapon. She hurls the cry at us and my ears ring with it.”
― Roberto Calas, The Scourge

“An ichorous stream of ooze gushes from his eye and washes over Zhuri's chin and neck.”
― Roberto Calas, The Scourge

“She did love to talk, Margaret did.” “Don't they all,” Tristan says. “They say that Eve came from Adam's rib, but I think she must have come from his jaw.”
― Roberto Calas, The Scourge

“knives upon plates any longer, I clear my throat and address the lord. “How large is your demesne, Sir Thomas?” “Nine hides,” he says. “Forty-five virgates.”
― Roberto Calas, The Scourge

“I shrug. “Maybe it's a test. Maybe he's testing them like he tested Job.” “Yes, Job. God made a wager, didn't He? He let Satan torture Job almost to madness so He could prove a point.” Tristan tosses another walnut toward the bucket. The nut hits the rim with a clink and bursts in a shower across the floor. “God can be a heartless bastard.”
― Roberto Calas, The Scourge

“It is a pitiable world we live in now, one in which we must fear the men of reason more than the mindless masses.”
― Roberto Calas, Emaculum

“think about buying time for the people of Meddestane, of holding off these monstrosities for a bit, but I know that frightened humans run faster than these things.”
― Roberto Calas, The Scourge

“Vulgarity is the height of wit, Sister,” Tristan says. “God loves a good impudence here and there.”
― Roberto Calas, Nostrum

“When I am five paces from the dais I halt and meet Lord Robert's gaze. “Is this how the great Lord Robert treats his visitors?” “Dreadfully sorry. Was I being rude?” Lord Robert sweeps his arm grandly. “Welcome. Welcome to my dung-pit.” One of the men at the table laughs. Lord Robert points a hooked finger toward me. “But you, you are not visitors. You are my prisoners, you see? And tomorrow I will have your heads ripped from your shoulders and I will stake your skulls upon my wall.”
― Roberto Calas, The Scourge

“Hermits. Hiding in castles”
― Roberto Calas, The Scourge

“I draw thirty-six inches of medicine from the sheath at my side.”
― Roberto Calas, The Scourge

“We put an awful lot of powder into this,” Tristan says. “Are you sure we didn't put too much?” “Yes, I'm sure,” Zhuri says. He nods confidently several times, then shrugs. “Probably.”
― Roberto Calas, The Scourge

“Jacob the smith has made swords for me in the past and his work is exemplary.”
― Roberto Calas, The Scourge

“A monk at St. Edmund's Bury once told me the difference between praying to old bones and worshipping idols. Apparently, the bones of saints are not worshipped, they are merely venerated. The difference between worship and veneration is lost on me, but I am a simple knight. If the priests say that bowing before the withered remains of a martyr is not worship, then who am I to say otherwise?”
― Roberto Calas, The Scourge

“The sound is like no falcon call I have heard. As if instead of breathing out, it is inhaling its cry.”
― Roberto Calas, The Scourge

“The New Testament says that Jesus Christ was murdered for our benefit. That his death washed away our sins and saved us from eternal hell. But before the Lamb of God allowed himself to be sacrificed, priests had to find other ways to keep the demons at bay. The most common way was by killing regular lambs. What we borrowed from the devil, we paid for with the blood of sheep and chickens and goats. Until the cost of our sins became too great, and God's son had to cover the debt.”
― Roberto Calas, The Scourge