Michael R. Miller > Quotes

“If you love with your eyes, death is forever. If you love with your heart, there is no such thing as parting.”
― Michael R. Miller, Ascendant

“Wouldn’t it be easier just to dodge the attack?” Holt asked. “Gosh, Holt, I’d never considered that.” Rake screwed up his face in mock concentration and tapped his temple. “You know what, we should avoid being hit by all things trying to hurt us. I just don’t know why no one thought of this before”
― Michael R. Miller, Unbound

“Are you sure you want me? You don’t know half the things I’ve done.” She rumbled, nudged him, and met him right in the eye again. She looked at him across their bond too, taking in all of him, or what was left of him. Then, her eyes open in every respect, she said, “Try me.”
― Michael R. Miller, Defiant

“To dwell on what one cannot change only rots the soul.”
― Michael R. Miller, The Reborn King

“Everything sucks but it’s better than not being around to know that it sucks.”
― Michael R. Miller, Battle Spire

“As the enemy closed upon Redbarrow, Osric gave himself permission to let the monster out.”
― Michael R. Miller, Defiant

“I try not to lean on hope,” Brode said, “nor give room to despair. Take each event as it comes.”
― Michael R. Miller, Ascendant

“Train harder,” Holt ended for him. “Yes,” Rake said, rather pleased. “I think you’re getting better,” Ash said. “Thanks Ash. A bit of encouragement is nice.” “Just you wait until I start on you, my little white friend,” Rake said. The fact that Ash was larger than him seemed to be lost on Rake.”
― Michael R. Miller, Unbound

“I’ve found that all beings – whether dragon or human – find it impossible to get out of their own way. They have a set of beliefs about the world, about the people or dragons in it, about how things are and how they should be, and anything that counters those beliefs, whether it’s true or whether for good, doesn’t matter – they will resist it with every fiber of their being. Even to their own detriment. To change would be worse. To surrender one’s beliefs is to surrender much more.”
― Michael R. Miller, Unbound

“Aberanth scoffed. “Poor results either way if you ask me. Either we bury Rake, or we find him insufferably triumphant and will have to kill him ourselves.”
― Michael R. Miller, Unbound

“Master Cook, by the time Farsa returns, you’ll either be a Champion or you’ll be dead. It’s one or the other.”
― Michael R. Miller, Unbound

“You, me, Aberanth, and Ash – we’re dangerous to them. We are chaos.” Holt’s mouth turned rather dry. “When you put it like that, it begs the question, what’s the point in trying to change things at all?” Rake leaned forward, his cheerful expression replaced by grave wisdom. “That, my young friend, is the only thing more dangerous. To give in. An easy thing to do. In fact, it’s the easiest thing of all. So, sure, give up all hope in the face of adversity. Yet know that if you surrender yourself to that dark void, you will lose your empathy and disconnect from anyone and anything you once cared about. If the world and those in it are so terrible, then why not allow the scourge to win? Why fight if nothing is worth fighting for?”
― Michael R. Miller, Unbound

“Talia’s right side trembled. Her hip felt on fire. The pain from her left calf was less, though still there. As a rider, she could push through pain, but her body worked like any other – cut enough of her strings and she would crumple.”
― Michael R. Miller, Defiant

“Dastet dard nakone,” Adaskar said to thank him. In reply, the Archon presented his palms to show they were unharmed. Such a gesture was usually only made by Aharis speaking to each other. Translated literally, the Ahari, ‘Thank you’ came out as ‘May your hands not hurt.’ A display of clean, uninjured hands signaled, ‘It was no trouble at all.”
― Michael R. Miller, Defiant

“Flayers sped ahead of the horde, their blade arms scything before them; huge hammer-headed beetles, the juggernauts, stampeded like bulls; swollen carriers and fast-moving stingers filled the skies. And of course, masses of ghouls.”
― Michael R. Miller, Ascendant

“You bet on whether Ash and I would die?” “Not in the slightest,” Rake said. “I said you would make it, and that’s why Aberanth owes me ten gold pieces.” “I said no such thing,” Aberanth insisted, but Rake ignored him, grinning his wolfish grin.”
― Michael R. Miller, Unbound

“Yet on these things, do not dwell. The man gazing into the past turns his back upon the future.”
― Michael R. Miller, The Dragon's Blade Trilogy

“He trailed off into a sniff. Not as heroic as he would have liked. Not the conviction of Commander Denna, not the presence of Osric, not the undeniable power of Silas Silverstrike. But Denna was dead. Osric enslaved. And Silas a traitor. There was only Holt and Talia now. Two children left where the heroes had fallen or lost their way.”
― Michael R. Miller, Ascendant

“And yet,” Brode said at length, his eyes still fixed on Holt, “perhaps a little chaos is exactly what we need now.”
― Michael R. Miller, Ascendant

“Most debt gets written off with bankruptcy or death but a student loan, that shit will haunt those who you leave behind.”
― Michael R. Miller, Battle Spire

“Thank you.” He gulped. This was turning out to be a lot harder than he had anticipated. “It would be better if you could come with us.” “It would be better if you could stay.” There seemed nothing left to do but hug her, and so the commoner embraced the queen. Both outcasts from the Order. Both bringing chaos in their way, but both knowing they had made the right choices. Neither had regrets. “Goodbye, princess.” “Goodbye, pot boy.” She sniffed and did something he hadn’t been prepared for. She kissed him lightly on the cheek. As she pulled away, Holt felt the spot burn, though that might have been his skin flushing bright red. Quickly he made for Pyra next. “Didn’t think we’d leave without embarrassing you, did you?” He wrapped his arms around the purple dragon’s neck. Pyra’s throat rumbled with heat and laughter, and her long neck snaked down around him. “Farewell, little one. I shall miss your cooking.”
― Michael R. Miller, Ascendant

“Talia gave him a message to pass on. A servant out of his depth once told her that if you love with your eyes, death is forever. If you love with your heart, there is no such thing as parting.”
― Michael R. Miller, Defiant

“Twin stars,” he said to no one in particular. “One light, one dark, yet their souls do not reflect their cores.”
― Michael R. Miller, Unbound

“The flute sounded rich and mellow now. It spoke of confidence and security. Compared to the frightened loneliness of Ash’s early song, this made Holt’s heart swell with relief and pride. What had once been delicate harp notes had aged as well, still otherworldly in their origin, yet now filled with a power of their own. It was the song of a young stag from a kingly line stepping comfortably through his domain at night, a song to rouse lost souls in the dark and give them the courage to find their way home.”
― Michael R. Miller, Defiant

“You have to surrender your entire self in that case. You must start from scratch and rebuild yourself and how you view the world. That’s so hard to do. To voluntarily reduce oneself to ashes and then rise again. It’s so hard that most choose to stand in the flames and burn.”
― Michael R. Miller, Unbound

“I’m glad to experience the world as I do rather than not at all. And as for others of my kind, they can accept me or not as they choose. I will not allow my own worth to be determined by them.”
― Michael R. Miller, Ascendant

“Night is our time,” Ash said, and Holt recalled powerful memories in the old mucker’s hut when they’d only had the stars and each other for company. Now stars also twinkled in the nightscape of Ash’s core. Even as Holt observed them, some rearranged themselves, growing bold and bright to form a constellation. Silver lines joined the starry points”
― Michael R. Miller, Defiant

“Challenge from friends makes us stronger. Only enemies seek to dominate.”
― Michael R. Miller, Defiant

“that perhaps beyond the final boundary, there was, in fact, another, then another, ever advancing until one became power itself and joined to the world song.”
― Michael R. Miller, Defiant

“Pyr,a”
― Michael R. Miller, Ascendant