Frank Tuttle > Quotes

“The king sent word, at odd intervals, inquiring as to Meralda's progress. She would scrawl hasty replies in return, often suppressing the impulse to add notes such as "Abandoning spellwork to continue this fascinating correspondence," or "Slept late, long breakfast, taking the day off for a stroll in the park.”
― Frank Tuttle, All the Paths of Shadow

“I sold my first short story to Pyramid Press, where it was chiseled onto fifteen slabs of granite, and for which I was paid nine goats.”
― Frank Tuttle

“Meralda shook her head. "Pay him no attention, gentlemen," she said. "Logic fails. Reason surrenders. Silence is your only defense."

"Silence, and a whooping big crossbow," muttered Mug. Kervis grinned, and Mug winked. "That's a lad," he whispered. "There's hope for you yet.”
― Frank Tuttle, All the Paths of Shadow

“Bed sheet, if you please. I’ll leave my dignity here.”
― Frank Tuttle, All the Paths of Shadow

“He’s insane. Not climb the walls and run about naked insane, but mad in worse ways.”
― Frank Tuttle, All the Paths of Shadow

“Think about how I feel. I’m a ghost woman pretending to be a ghost man. I have the head of a horse and I’m wearing a bed.”
― Frank Tuttle, All the Turns of Light

“The Tower doesn’t reign. It looms. Looms above the Old Oaks. Looms above the park wall. Looms above Tirlin. Thick and tall and blunt, chipped and nicked by seven hundred years of determined attempts to pull it down, the Tower endures. “If a mountain had bones,” said Tervis, “that’s what they’d look like.”
― Frank Tuttle, All the Paths of Shadow

“Profanity is the footstool of lazy intellect.”
― Frank Tuttle, All the Paths of Shadow

“Meralda opened her eyes. "I'm for a bath," she said. "Now, and Yvin be hanged."

Shingvere crowed. "At last, our battle cry," he said. "A bath, and the king be hanged!" he shouted, brandishing his fork. "Clean clothes, then victory!”
― Frank Tuttle, All the Paths of Shadow

“proverb–winter ice is springtime water. And the sun always shines.”
― Frank Tuttle, All the Turns of Light

“On your knees, you donkey,” he said. That’s a ring you’re offering her.”
Donchen fell to one knee, smiling crookedly.
“That ring has been in his family for ten generations,” Mug said. “Hint, bloody hint.”
― Frank Tuttle

“So, have you decided where to stash Tamar, dearest?” “Of course I have. All part of an intricate scheme I formulated long ago.” Darla laughed. “In other words, you’re making this up as you go.” “I prefer to think I’m acting with situational awareness in a fluid event dynamic.” “You’re already talking like a general.”
― Frank Tuttle, The Broken Bell

“What about ‘we fight, we die?’” I asked. “What happened to bravery and heroism?” Mister Smith rolled his eyes. “Load of crap,” he said. “Time to fight, we fight. Time to run, we run. Now is time to run. With haste.”
― Frank Tuttle, The Mister Trophy

“Trust, it is said, must be built over time, lest it fall away as quickly as it was born.”
― Frank Tuttle, All the Paths of Shadow