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“Did you know, Maynard, that there is nothing worse than a disloyal friend? A disloyal friend is not truly a friend let alone a person. Empathy, integrity, and reliability make for good friendship, Maynard. But a friend is no friend without loyalty. Without loyalty, those friends are more like flowers. They might be beneficial. Perhaps they make life easier for you. Perhaps, even, they make you happy.
But all of that is incidental as it is incidental for a flower to grow. You never had to ask the flower to grow. The flower doesn’t have the foresight to grow because you desire it to. The flower grows only for itself.”
― Maynard Trigg and The Creature Beneath The Veil
But all of that is incidental as it is incidental for a flower to grow. You never had to ask the flower to grow. The flower doesn’t have the foresight to grow because you desire it to. The flower grows only for itself.”
― Maynard Trigg and The Creature Beneath The Veil
“The boy will keep the sunboy.’
‘I already owe enough favours.’
Moony chuckled and reclined. ‘The boy may find need of a light for the dark places.”
― Maynard Trigg and The Creature Beneath The Veil
‘I already owe enough favours.’
Moony chuckled and reclined. ‘The boy may find need of a light for the dark places.”
― Maynard Trigg and The Creature Beneath The Veil
“You don’t have to save the world to make a difference,
sometimes you just have to get up in the morning and put one foot in front
of the other. And accept that things are not the way you want. You can’t
undo the end of the world. You can’t magic yourself to a different city. You
can’t fix things with grand gestures. But you can wake up and move the dial
a little each day. That’s all any of us can do: put the weight on our shoulders,
secure the package, and get going.”
― Palerunner: A collection of essays about world building, CRPG’s, love, loss and many other kinds of literary vulnerability
sometimes you just have to get up in the morning and put one foot in front
of the other. And accept that things are not the way you want. You can’t
undo the end of the world. You can’t magic yourself to a different city. You
can’t fix things with grand gestures. But you can wake up and move the dial
a little each day. That’s all any of us can do: put the weight on our shoulders,
secure the package, and get going.”
― Palerunner: A collection of essays about world building, CRPG’s, love, loss and many other kinds of literary vulnerability
“Did you know, Maynard, that there is nothing worse than a disloyal friend? A disloyal friend is not truly a friend let alone a person. Empathy, integrity, and reliability make for good friendship, Maynard. But a friend is no friend without loyalty. Without loyalty, those friends are more like flowers. They might be beneficial. Perhaps they make life easier for you. Perhaps, even, they make you happy.
But all of that is incidental as it is incidental for a flower to grow. You never had to ask the flower to grow. The flower doesn’t have the foresight to grow because you desire it to. The flower grows only for itself.”
― Maynard Trigg and The Creature Beneath The Veil
But all of that is incidental as it is incidental for a flower to grow. You never had to ask the flower to grow. The flower doesn’t have the foresight to grow because you desire it to. The flower grows only for itself.”
― Maynard Trigg and The Creature Beneath The Veil
“I wanted to make a mystery that unravelled across a world severed from the ground, one that wasn’t tied to ideas I could readily copy. Not with mages and dragons but with people in a world moving on from their kind, and with characters as unlikely as those I grew up knowing.”
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“The boy will keep the sunboy.’
‘I already owe enough favours.’
Moony chuckled and reclined. ‘The boy may find need of a light for the dark places.”
― Maynard Trigg and The Creature Beneath The Veil
‘I already owe enough favours.’
Moony chuckled and reclined. ‘The boy may find need of a light for the dark places.”
― Maynard Trigg and The Creature Beneath The Veil
“They called me Mad Red for a time,’ Master Uskore continued, as if Maynard had never spoken. ‘In my youth, due to my propensity to overindulge in research and experiment, but what I yielded from those years was unprecedented, and the insight I gained into our world is unparalleled. I was only able to achieve such grandeur by applying the tools of the Detector. True, we live on these platforms and we know much of their mechanics, but why? Where does Dust come from? What was the ground before—was there a before? These questions, Virgil.’ Master Uskore stepped forward. His eyes widened, red at the edges. ‘We will discover the truth. No matter the cost. And you will learn how, and you will help us. You must, for knowledge is all that separates us from… Knowledge is alive. It is a fire. Fire is not evil, by itself, but how it is applied may cause great harm. Or, great joy. It is ours to recover. You must learn this discipline or be consumed by the fire itself.”
― Maynard Trigg and The City of Whispers
― Maynard Trigg and The City of Whispers
“The Cook arrived sometime in the small hours of the morning. The moon was high but falling, and the air had taken to chill. Our lamps were out. Clement snored.
The front door creaked. I didn’t move.
The Cook crept in. His yellow cloak hung in threads, trail-worn, his apron smeared in dark brown and crimson stains—I hoped it was not Edwin’s blood. Dark circles under his eyes, a scratchy, unshaved beard, dirt under his nails so black it was opaque, and flaked skin made him more creature than man.”
― The Retrievers of Windsor: A Maynard Trigg Story
The front door creaked. I didn’t move.
The Cook crept in. His yellow cloak hung in threads, trail-worn, his apron smeared in dark brown and crimson stains—I hoped it was not Edwin’s blood. Dark circles under his eyes, a scratchy, unshaved beard, dirt under his nails so black it was opaque, and flaked skin made him more creature than man.”
― The Retrievers of Windsor: A Maynard Trigg Story
