Matthew Ward > Quotes

“Weak men given licence are always more dangerous than the strong.”
― Matthew Ward, Legacy of Ash

“Death and honour! Death and honour! Death and honour!”
― Matthew Ward, Legacy of Light

“The mists parted. Two Hadari, armour too finely wrought for mere Immortals, galloped into view. One held the captured Fellnore pennant aloft. The other’s helm bore a stylised silver halo above, and a golden mask beneath”
― Matthew Ward, Legacy of Steel

“hard head and a soft heart never made an easy life –”
― Matthew Ward, Legacy of Steel

“The past had left its mark in other ways. Black hair had faded to grey. Furrows of merriment and disappointment ran deeper than ever, her eyes haunted by private resentment.”
― Matthew Ward, Legacy of Ash

“And don’t get me started on similes. Pass me by like a leaf in a gale, they do.”
― Matthew Ward, Legacy of Ash

“The smell hit Josiri first. Death. Not the old death of the rooms above, but the iron tang of blood recently spilt. The rough stone floor was dark with it, and never more so than where glistening grooves led towards a large, open grate at the room’s far end. In the chamber’s centre sat a low stone altar, its worn flanks etched with effigies of carrion birds with glittering gems for eyes”
― Matthew Ward, Legacy of Steel

“She stared across the muster field where the bulk of the 7th formed up alongside the ochre shields of Lord Strazna’s Knights Fellnore, and the ragtag array of banners and shields Lady Sarravin had assembled. What had begun as a sally looked more and more like Ahrad’s last hope . . . assuming she could bring order to the ranks. To depart the gate as a mob would only invite slaughter, and leave the citadel bereft”
― Matthew Ward, Legacy of Steel

“Folk's lazy, and free's free.”
― Matthew Ward, Legacy of Light