Peter Newman > Quotes

“She weeps, but war cares little for tears or the children that shed them.”
― Peter Newman, The Malice

“Her fist is a different matter. It is wrecking ball to the masonry of Knuckle’s face.”
― Peter Newman, The Hammer and the Goat

“When everything’s going alright, best thing you can do is sit back and enjoy it till things turn to shit, which they surely will.’ Silence”
― Peter Newman, The Vagrant

“From the corners of her mouth, thick yellow goo bubbles. It matches the mess between Vesper's fingers, the slime on her chin, on her legs, the blobs that randomly pepper things, the blast radius massive, confounding”
― Peter Newman

“As the suns rise, the goat chews. A”
― Peter Newman, The Vagrant

“When everything's going alright, best thing you can do is sit back and enjoy it till things turn to shit, which they surely will.”
― Peter Newman

“Home was my mother and my sisters and my uncle, when I was a child. Now it's you and Vesper.”
― Peter Newman

“Starlight gives way to bolder neon.”
― Peter Newman

“Six metal figures, perfect, gather together in a circle. Their voices are music, each weaving with the others, harmonious. Slowly, they sing of what has happened while they slept, of all that has gone wrong, and begin to debate what is to be done and how many will have to die.”
― Peter Newman, The Seven

“When all have arrived at the pit’s edge, the Man-shape reaches down, finding one of Slate’s many appendages and lifting it high. One by one, the others copy the gesture, until Slate is lifted slightly off the ground, murmuring and clicking to itself. Whenever infernals converse there is danger. Even if both parties are peaceful, essences can mix, desires swapping or implanting themselves. No one challenger dares outright confrontation and yet, to end the stalemate, each needs to display its power to the others. A good enough display could convince the others to submit, giving the winner the infernal throne without conflict. Slate’s essence is weak, allowing other infernals to make contact without risk. They use it as a conduit, a patchy curtain that divides like gauze, keeping them apart but allowing communication. With careful timing the infernals bring the limb they hold deeper into their shells, until it connects with the essence inside them. Now, when any of them forms a thought, it travels into Slate, into the pit and the others can read the echoes.”
― Peter Newman, The Malice