Good Versus Evil Quotes

“...our souls may be consumed by shadows, but that doesn't mean we have to behave as monsters.”
― Emm Cole, The Short Life of Sparrows

“Even as she fell, her bones lit through her skin, he spun blindly, and drew the sword in a flash that would have made Musashi gasp.”
― William Kely McClung, Super Ninja: The Sword of Heaven

“Light can devour the darkness but darkness cannot consume the light.”
― Ken Poirot

“Time is tick, tick, ticking away. How many souls will I capture today? Will they be a challenge or will they be given? Only time will tell as the clock keeps tick, tick, ticking. Your god has arrived with enough hatred for y’all, with enough evil for the big and small, so come one, come all. I will shred your souls and place them in my satchel, call you a settler and make you my peddler. Come one, come all, come stand behind your god. I will lead you into the darkness of Earth's end. Come one, come all, my wilted flowers, come claim your title, speak out and cheer it. Come one, come all, let’s have a ball, my wilted flowers . . . Sweet, Unconquerable Spirits.”
― A.K. Kuykendall, The Possession

“The mountains she’d viewed in childhood as nurturing have now taken on a menacing quality. Their stippled surfaces—the dark of trees rising from a background of white—give the impression of something more mythic than geological. Leviathans hibernating in the open, ready to stir at any moment and swallow her whole.”
― Hank Quense, The King Who Disappeared

“Sitting at his desk Remy filled out two forms and then played a few games of Tic-Tac-Toe against himself. Playing the “X’s”, he lost a seven game tournament four games to one.”
― Hank Quense, The King Who Disappeared

“The Troll Patrol was an institution unique to Dun Hythe. Long ago, the city leaders had recognized the need to control and direct the heavy wagon traffic that flowed to and from the port area. They organized a patrol of citizens for this purpose and all went well for a while. No one knows who allowed the first troll to join up, but word immediately spread throughout the troll community that one of their number had a paying job with unlimited donuts. Soon after that, every opening in the patrol attracted dozens of trolls who brazenly persuaded non-trolls to withdraw their applications. Within a few years, trolls had taken over the organization.
Trolls proved to be particularly inept at traffic control. A member of the Troll Patrol could station himself in the middle of a deserted intersection and, within minutes, he would create a traffic-snarling mess. To keep the enraged wagon drivers under control, the trolls relied upon truncheons. A whack or two in the head always knocked a driver groggy and made him a lot less noisy.”
― Hank Quense, The King Who Disappeared

“Remy took a chair across from Jerado. A chess board and pieces sat in between them.
“Are you sure you remember the moves?” Jerado looked forward to recouping his card game losses.
“Y ..es. I . . . I practiced the moves in my office. I . . . I also read a scroll on playing the game.”
“Then you won’t object to betting on the outcome of the game?”
“N . . . o. H . . . ow much?”
“Let’s bet a modest sum. Say, twenty-five silver?” Jerado pushed a stack of silver pennies into the middle.
“A . . . ll right.” Remy pushed a similar stack forward.
“I’’ll let you have the first move,” Jerado said.
Remy moved a pawn forward to start the game.
Five moves later, Remy said, “C . . . heckmate,” and scooped up the silver coins.
Jerado sat stunned for a few moments. “Rematch.”
After Remy won four more games — the last for seven gold pennies — Jerado said through clenched teeth, “That’s enough for tonight, Remy. I’m tired.”
― Hank Quense, The King Who Disappeared

“He sits up, grasps his carbine, and sneaks quietly from the tent. Outside the wind flows briskly through the trees, the shushing sound it makes like an admonition to them all.”
― Hank Quense, The King Who Disappeared

“Finally, the sound fades and doesn’t return. Tsula sits alone in the quiet and the dark, shivering with such force that she fears her teeth might crack.”
― Hank Quense, The King Who Disappeared

“Kings and dukes tended to appoint wizards as their principal advisors, a practice that often proved catastrophically wrong.”
― Hank Quense, The King Who Disappeared

“Leticia believed in Snotism. Every morning she began the day with a prayer to the Great God, Gundar. Today was no different. While most of the heroes still slept, she recited the prayer, then took out a small vial and spilled a few grains of crushed pepper into her hand. Holding her palm under her nose, she snorted the pepper. A second later, she let go with an explosive sneeze.”
― Hank Quense, The King Who Disappeared

“James Heron stepped from the personal transport as Herbert, the family’s outmoded android butler, opened the front door of Scrabo Farm. There were infinitely more efficient and newer model android servants available, but neither James Heron nor his sister Niamh L’Estrange would dream of scrapping the mechanical attendant that had served the family so well, and enlivened their childhood with its fussy care of them both.
“Hello, Herbert, is my sister home?”
Answering in the slightly mechanical voice that James had liked so much when he was a boy, Herbert said, “She is in her study, Captain. I have alerted her to your arrival.”
― Patrick G Cox, First into the Fray

“From the scene arrayed before her now, Tsula knows this new body means something entirely different. The tight bunchings of onlookers in hushed conversation. The watery eyes and mouths covered by fingers. This is how people gather when the dead is one of their own.”
― Hank Quense, The King Who Disappeared

“I am Bishop Connors of the Snotish Church. Where is the President?”
“W . . . hat do you want to see him about?”
“I don’t discuss church business with minions. Are you dead?”
“I . . . ‘ve been dead for a long time.”
“The Snotist Church has vowed to destroy abominations like you.”
“Th . . . ank you for sharing that.”
― Hank Quense, The King Who Disappeared

“Over time, it became apparent that no matter who ruled the country of Gundarland, the Godmother ruled the city of Dun Hythe.”
― Hank Quense, The King Who Disappeared

“Tell us, my dear,” Ansgar said. “What year is it?”
“It’s 1536.”
“That means . . . we were sealed up for 211 years,” Ansgar replied.
“No wonder I need a beer,” Luc said. “That’s a long time to go without a drink.”
― Hank Quense, The King Who Disappeared

“Tsula and Abbott spy the cabin in a clearing beyond the trees. It appears almost spectral through the gossamer mist—at first, just a hint of a shape. A blocky shadow rising from the ground.”
― Hank Quense, The King Who Disappeared

“Harlan chuckles to himself and shakes his head, as though enjoying a joke only he has heard. ‘Now I guess it’s only fair to warn you,’ he says. ‘This is not going to go the way you want it to.”
― Hank Quense, The King Who Disappeared

“Religion played a part in many people’s lives and the largest sect was Snotism. Snotists worshiped Gundar, the god who created the universe with a might sneeze after snorting His favorite recreational drug. Spittle flew through empty space and solidified into suns, planets and comets.”
― Hank Quense, The King Who Disappeared

“The anti-aging spell he used every month kept him alive for the most part. Facially, he looked like a forty-five year old; physically, he was a wreck because the spell was defective. All his teeth had fallen out years ago and he now used a set of ill-fitting wooden dentures. He was bald and wore a cheap reddish-blonde wig that often slipped if he turned his head suddenly. It also had a tendency to take flight in a breeze. His knees were creaky and often ached, and his eyesight had deteriorated.”
― Hank Quense, The King Who Disappeared

“Goodness is no weapon against the possessed.”
― Soman Chainani, Beasts and Beauty: Dangerous Tales

“They all looked at Holly. She turned to face the cheerleader and said, “You need to learn that some things are more valuable than good looks. Data manipulation is more important than big boobs. Analytics is more useful than lip gloss.”
Wow, she said that? Everyone laughed a bit, surprised, shocked. Holly turned and headed toward the concert hall. Grinning.”
― Michael Grigsby, Segment of One

“They’re into a bit more than assassination,” said the Admiral, aka Mr Brown, “and not all of them are top agents—the ones that use the names of gods and goddesses to identify themselves. Some are called daemons, and they serve as apprentices to the top players. They’ve a large number of people in the mix. Same arrangement. A team of professional killers, safe crackers, explosives—you name it —round each one, and they’re not afraid to sacrifice members for the objective, or to protect the goddess or god heading it. Every time we get close to them we lose people. It’s as if they’re playing with us. We’re pretty sure they’re all very well connected, and some of them indulge in what they call ‘hunting’. Some poor bastard is abducted and dumped somewhere remote without the means to defend himself. Then he or she is hunted by one or more of the Pantheon. They’re psychopaths—but, as I said, they’re very well connected.”
― Patrick G Cox, First into the Fray

“In the years that followed, Tsula would find that she could not recall that walk to the edge or the thrust of her legs into the air. Her clearest memory more than twenty years later is of the long, breathless wait as she fell, seemingly forever, and the water swallowing her at last. When she burst from its surface, unhurt, her mind noisy and electric, she grabbed for Jamie and kissed him hard.”
― Hank Quense, The King Who Disappeared

“Jerado heard a splash followed by the roar of an explosion. Bits of equipment, glass and wood splattered against the back of the chair. A large chunk of table whizzed past his head and smashed into the cave’s wall.
Ears ringing, Jerado sighed and waited for what he knew would happen next.
“M . . . master?”
“Yes, Remy?”
“C. . . Can you sew my hand back on my wrist?”
“Remy, Remy, Remy. You know how I hate doing mundane chores.”
“B . . . but I can’t clean up the mess with only one hand.”
“That is true. All right, fetch a needle and thread and I’ll repair your hand.”
“A . . . And I need a new tunic. This one is in tatter”
― Hank Quense, The King Who Disappeared

“One day, Remy came across a proposal from Lithgow for a budget increase to re-equip an archer company with newly invented crossbows. Remy modified the requested budget amount by adding two zeroes to it and sent the proposal into Jerado for approval.
The sounds of Jerado’s wooden dentures clattering across the desk was most satisfying to Remy. Soon after, Jerado sent Lithgow a strongly worded notice to leave the archers alone.”
― Hank Quense, The King Who Disappeared

“The bag also held an umbrella made of iron and cloth. In effect, the umbrella was a lightning rod. Whenever it rained, Remy’s job was to hold the umbrella over Jerado’s head. So far, Remy had been struck by lightning three times, while Jerado, protected by a spell, remained safe.”
― Hank Quense, The King Who Disappeared

“I deserve it all, the good and the bad.”
― Mitta Xinindlu

“From Lord Darkanon and the Lost Souls

“Evil does not roar from the shadows; it whispers in the hearts of those who once believed they were good.”
― Thomas Miller