Ferryman Quotes

“Some people believe that when you die, you cross the River of Death and have to pay the ferryman. People don’t seem to worry about that these days. Perhaps there’s a bridge now.”
― Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky

“Death is permanent. There’s no coming back if you get off the ferryman’s boat.”
― Martha Sweeney, Killmore

“Pile up that gold around my head. I must take it with me to pay the ferryman.’
‘I thought it was just a coin on the eyes or something.’
‘Inflation. Also, I’ll take up rather a lot of room on the boat.”
― Tom Holt, Expecting Someone Taller

“He could find humor in anything. He taught me that the Craft can be light hearted as well and that if something funny happens you are allowed to laugh. So many people take themselves so seriously. There are so many Craft people who never smile. I don't understand it. The Craft is supposed to be joyful. Galetea pauses and then says quietly, 'But magical work was never a joke -Alex taught me that when you do it, you do it seriously.”
― Galatea

“You and a select few of your ancestors, including your mother, are special protectors of your realm, here on earth. You are here to keep balance between what is right and wrong, good and evil. You and you alone are the Keeper of a deadly sword, known as the Ferryman. You must learn to wield the Ferryman and protect your world from destruction.”
― Ellie Elisabeth, The Half Life

“A large lantern appeared in one of Charun's hands. It glowed, illuminating him, me, and the immediate area. I saw him all the better for it, a tall rangy man, dressed in black jeans and a black and red plaid western shirt. He also wore snakeskin cowboy boots. Never had I imagined Charun, the Ferryman of the River Styx, dressed like that. He should be riding off into the sunset; not ferrying souls to the Elysian Fields.”
― Pamela K. Kinney, How the Vortex Changed My Life

“Don't wait on the beach for the ferryman for he will find you where you lie.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“The Calling by Stewart Stafford

Lightning-scorched gravestones,
Leave and follow infinity’s call,
Spring off the edge of Flat Earth,
Know not what lies there and fall.

Silence licks and speaks in tongues,
Darkness the ferryman leading on,
Fingers caress, scraping skin curses,
Talisman whispers the way is gone.

Hit the bottom and scream out for air,
Fill the lungs with each noxious gas,
Decide to rest some in poisoned sleep,
Nourish yourself in an extended fast.

© Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford