A.J. Smith

“The Bear’s Mouth is our death,’ said Heinrich, letting his voice rise, ‘we give our lives to Rowanoco if he gives us vengeance in return. If two hundred honourable men...’ he looked at Halla, ‘and women of Fjorlan have a place in the ice halls beyond the world...’ The company was as one, looking at the novice with wild eyes and rapt attention. ‘Then let us die with our enemies’ blood on our faces and their hearts in our hands.’ A low growling cheer began to form. ‘I pledge to you all that death is our right and we will take it... we will rip it from the limbs of any man foolish enough to face us.’ Heinrich’s voice grew louder with the accompaniment of two hundred warriors snarling into the air. Halla felt her breathing quicken. ‘We are the chosen of the Ice Giants. We are the instruments of death for those betrayers... and we will... not... fear...’ The last words came out at the top of Heinrich’s voice and he spat with the emotion he experienced at delivering the words of the Order of the Hammer. The company roared their agreement and the sound carried far in the cold air of Hammerfall, hanging for a moment over the funeral pyres, as each man pledged his death in the fight against Rulag the Betrayer.”
― A.J. Smith, The Dark Blood

“example of the clerics disliking something simply because it was foreign and they didn’t understand it. The”
― A.J. Smith, The Black Guard