Sword And Sorcery Quotes

“Do you think we can be friends?” I asked.
He stared up at the ceiling. “Probably not, but we can pretend.”
― Priya Ardis, Ever My Merlin

“Vane grabbed me. “DuLac, let’s chat.”
Chat. British-speak for “Stand still while I yell at you.”
― Priya Ardis, My Merlin Awakening

“Vane’s lips tightened to suppress a smile. “Why so hostile, love?”
“You whacked me on the head with a ball!”
“You deserved it.”
― Priya Ardis, My Merlin Awakening

“I caught his hand. “What do you want me to do?”
Leaning down, he kissed the pulse beating on my neck just above the damaged skin. “Tomorrow, I need you to die.”
― Priya Ardis, My Merlin Awakening

“He’d used the amulet to read my thoughts again.
I pictured smacking him in the face.”
― Priya Ardis, Ever My Merlin

“Blinking hard, she watched two Toltec nobles disembark from the aircraft and rush up the steps. One of them argued with the priest who had
proclaimed her death sentence. The taller of the two, wearing what she
dimly registered as the uniform of the Generals Council, demanded the
keys to her shackles.
Securing them, he walked behind the post. A curious mixture of anticipation and confusion filled Helen. Although she did not know him, a tenuous sense of hope stirred deep within her simply because he was there with her.
She turned her head from side to side, trying to watch him as he
worked to free her. “Who are you, my lord? Why are you here?”
“You sent me a lecture not long ago about your duty as a healer,
Lieutenant,” he replied, on one knee behind her to unlock the manacles
around her ankles. “I am your father.”
― Candace L. Talmadge, Stoneslayer: Book One Scandal

“I noticed him right away. No, it wasn’t his lean, rugged face. Or the dark waves of shiny hair that hung just a little too long on his forehead. It wasn’t the slim, collarless biker jacket he wore, hugging his lean shoulders. It was the way he stood. The confident way he waited in the cafeteria line to get a slice of pizza. He didn’t saunter. He didn’t amble. He stood at the center, and let the other people buzz around him. His stance was straight and sure.”
― Priya Ardis, Ever My Merlin

“Recent studies have shown that approximately 40% of authors are manic depressive. The rest of us just drink.”
― Melodie Campbell, Rowena Through the Wall

“Rough palms cradled my face while my fingers gripped the pillow on either side of his. Lips, teeth, tongue, mingled together. I ate him up and didn’t let go until I had to come up for air.”
― Priya Ardis

“Make no mistake, little human. You are under my protection now, and I protect what is mine.”
― Danielle Monsch, Stone Guardian

“Soft sun shone down on a misty cathedral at the opposite end of a football-field length courtyard. The cathedral had a long pointed tower with beautiful rose and ivory stained glass windows. Pink-petal flowers and deep green ivy climbed the stones from the ground to it’s roof. A large fountain stood in the middle of the courtyard with water falling from several lion’s heads. Between the misty air and rolling slope of the earth, the grounds reminded me of a long lost fairy tale.”
― Priya Ardis, My Boyfriend Merlin

“I've stolen books. They're the only thing worth taking that don't belong to you.”
― Sully Tarnish, The Dragon and the Apprentice: A Humorous Fantasy Adventure

“Matt was almost completely naked. A tattered loincloth and an ugly chain with a yellow diamond were his only apparel.”
― Priya Ardis

“You are sweet to be so concerned over my love life, but I’ve decided only to date guys who have bigger swords than me.”
― Danielle Monsch, Stone Guardian

“This woman was consuming him, bit by bit. She was becoming the reason and the reward of his existence, and if he did not shield himself, everything he did not have to give would belong to her.”
― Danielle Monsch, Stone Guardian

“I don’t do magic. I turn your attention back to Friday night and the big-ass sword I was carrying. My job is to run and swing.”
― Danielle Monsch, Stone Guardian

“Well, here were the ugly facts. She had no mad-ninja-skillz to rely on and her family didn’t know where she was. She didn’t know where she was. The only way she was leaving was if this creature allowed it.”
― Danielle Monsch, Stone Guardian

“When a mortal man breaks a people, it is always blamed on the gods.”
― S.M. White, The Witch's Price

“How many did she kill?”

“Dozens, my Lord, until her sword was dull with the blood of her enemies.”

Reign stroked the edge of the dagger with his forefinger until a drop of blood was drawn. The blood absorbed into the blade. “Only that? I will see her bathed in blood before me.”
― Danielle Monsch, Stone Guardian

“Valley of the Damned (The 'Halla, Vol. # 1)

No force can oppose Love in Earth or Heaven above, No, not even the damned of Hell can stop relentless Love.

—Valkyrie Kari, Chapter Sixteen”
― douglas laurent

“While his brain lay slowly dying, Bevan felt his body come back to life.”
― Stephanie Bedwell-Grime, The Deadwalk

“If moving on a fast foot, one would hardly notice, but for the limpers like myself, one noticed many things. And on that eve, I noticed a myriad of things that on a regular day, my eyes would not see. Souls of men whose faces all never meet another patch of light, touch grass, or raise a ripe melon to their face, isolated from the rest of the world. That’s when I knew our time was fleeting.”
― Marilyn Velez, Tundra: The Darkest Hour

“Taking the wrong fork, I veered onto a curious road where the ground grew increasingly higher, and although my heart warned me to turn back, I didn't, for the curiosities of the mind are much stronger than imagined. During the course of my journey, I noticed trees becoming unwieldy, taking shapes my eyes had not seen. What was this peculiarity that battered my mind with such wonderment? There were no signs, nor directories, not even a guide, but my curiosities did not wind, for too eager was I to turn. So, like a child lost to the night, I walked this lonesome patch of gray until coming across a curve where the forest belt spread like wildfire, and the wild weeds and grasses produced a certain beauty not found in other parts.”
― Marilyn Velez, Tundra: The Darkest Hour

“That he did not instantly explode in a burst of murderous frenzy is a fact that measures his horror, which paralyzed him where he stood. A civilized man in his position would have sought doubtful refuge in the conclusion that he was insane; it did not occur to the Cimmerian to doubt his senses. He knew he was face to face with a demon of the Elder World, and the realization robbed him of all his faculties except sight.”
― Robert E Howard

“With a detached feeling he watched, as a man might watch a play; immersed in a feeling of overpowering unreality, the Cimmerian was no longer sure of his own identity; he only knew that he was looking upon the external evidence of the unseen play of vast Outer forces, beyond his understanding.”
― Robert E. Howard, The Tower of the Elephant (Conan, #3)

“The castle tower knew all my secrets.
Every lie I'd ever told.
Every truth that I'd uncovered.
Every conversation I'd ever concealed.”
― Taylor J Mead

“And yet, as their duel began, she watched his dark eyes watch her, and she knew him. As she anticipated the steps his nimble feet would make before they moved, she knew him. As she dodged and evaded his skillful attacks, she knew him.”
― Molly Collier, The Paragon

“We are artifacts, you and I. Fossils of a murdered deity rendered down to mud and stone. Irreducible reflections of a divine spark, beautiful and terrible. Fallen and pure. It is a lonely condition—containment. To be both blessed and forsaken, haunted and ignored. Our fallen G-d still reaches for us across that infinite gulf, and we are cursed to reach infinitely back. Nature abhors a vacuum, and we are nature and this abhorrence both. This is why the Selki still speak the old hymns and the Huskan Clerics their feral mantras, reduced by time and memory to an insensate blur. It’s why the Lucente poison themselves with lichen, lying wasted in oneiric fog. It’s why the Elan Friars spend their lives painting votive murals only to see them burned. After all this time, The Karochan kantors still sing in trope, and the Celukids hang new ribs from their Abattoir with every passing moon. Prayers by a thousand names, cast in as many tongues into the same deaf void.

My job is to keep it that way.”
― Z. Bennett Lorimer, Seven Days of Mercy for the Apostatic Priest

“It is both strength and weakness that I am not easily saddened—not prone to melancholia nor bouts of general malaise. As I watched these offerings taking their leisure in the Mahak’s garden, I felt nothing but rage. This sacrifice by fire reeked of eldritch sorcery, but it was a familiar stench, for every culture on the face of Hebdomar still carried foul hints of its sordid bouquet. All manner of blood has been spilled in pursuit of divine favor, but an inordinate share belongs to women—to the young and the pure. Men great and small tremble before the mystique of female sexuality. They seek to squeeze it and bridle it—to see it throttled and, yes, destroyed. I do not deny that some mean spark may be released in its destruction, but to see such a power nourished? To cultivate it? To guide it through its fullest bloom? There lies a power to debase every haughty sorcerer and necromage—to bend every monarch and send crass thaumaturges screaming for their middens.”
― Z. Bennett Lorimer, Seven Days of Mercy for the Apostatic Priest

“Ohtahp was a land of pathways. The rivers. The Shevuot. The vortex of Ish Dabar. A kingdom of veins pumping people and prayer with Mahakalpe at its beating heart. The land so reviled stillness that no other sedentary destination could survive it. Perhaps that’s why the nomads thrived while the cities failed. In this truth, I heard echoes of the Arrekot cleric’s declaration that only change was eternal and transition the true face of the Divine.”
― Z. Bennett Lorimer, Seven Days of Mercy for the Apostatic Priest