S.E. Zbasnik > Quotes

“Damsels were women unable to do anything more complicated than get themselves captured by overgrown lizards with virgin fetishes.”
― S.E. Zbasnik, The King's Blood

“You’re too much of a bitch to go gently into that good night.”
“You should put that on a greeting card.”
― SE Zbasnik, Dwarves in Space 2: Family Matters

“He was king, if he didn’t have enemies he wasn’t doing it right.”
― S.E. Zbasnik, The King's Blood

“People like her didn’t have homes, they had stones. Stones for beds, stones for food, stones for graves.”
― SE Zbasnik, Squire Hayseed

“Hindsight isn’t a super power.”
― SE Zbasnik, Dwarves in Space 2: Family Matters

“Space: the gaping hole between land and other land.”
― SE Zbasnik, Dwarves in Space 2: Family Matters

“I can die?” Hayley squeaked.

“We can all die,” he said with a shrug.

She pursed her lips at that. No shit, everyone can die, it’s that opposite part of living. But… “How likely is the dying part? Like…plague rips apart a village, or knock your head on a rock and maybe bleed from your eyeballs certain death?”

“That,” the knight returned to his march through the masses, “depends entirely upon you.”
― SE Zbasnik, Squire Hayseed

“Every open space was full of small rotund babies shooting other rotund babies with far too curly arrows. Corners contained images of both Argur and Scepticar. The former in her robes, holding her heart out to the viewer, while the latter was shielding the eye of fate in his hand.”
― S.E. Zbasnik, The King's Blood

“She hated caring because all it did was make the bad things worse.”
― SE Zbasnik, Squire Hayseed

“Don’t be stupid, Hayseed. You know there’s no such thing as justice. Bad guys win, good guys die. Good guys die a lot.”
― SE Zbasnik, Squire Hayseed

“If you only practice sometimes, you shall only be somewhat good,” Gavin said.

He may be some angel-demon on the battlefield, but his motivational speeches were like a wine-soaked aunt prattling on to her army of cats.”
― SE Zbasnik, Squire Hayseed

“What should I carry?” she asked, her voice coming from someone else’s body. No way did Hayley — that street rat, that scoundrel, that criminal, that escaped slave — flat out ask what weapon she would carry into battle.”
― SE Zbasnik, Squire Hayseed