hamz

“I am blood. I am death, I am vengeance,” she said, her voice flat, empty.
Then she wiped the seax clean and slipped it into her belt, finally placing timber
and stone on to the barrow, sealing Thorkel inside. She stooped, lifted her sack
and picked up her spear, then strode out through the gateway.
With a hiss of wings Vesli flew around her, hovered over her.
“Vesli come with you, help mistress get Breca back,” the tennúr said.
“No,” Orka said. “Death is my only companion. Stay and help Spert.”
Vesli looked at the two seaxes that had slain Thorkel, thrust inside Orka’s
belt.
“What are you going to do with them, mistress?” the tennúr asked.
Orka looked out, over the sloping hills and down to Fellur village, a smear far
below.
“I’m going to find the owner of these blades, and give them back to him,”
Orka snarled.”
― John Gwynne, The Shadow of the Gods

“Logic dictates that if you believe in one, you have to reconcile the existence of the other.”
― Spencer Reid

“What the hell are you doing, trooper?” he managed to bark, his pronounced Adam's apple bobbing furiously.
“Performing the ministry of the sacred Inquisition,” I told him, and shot him through the head.”
― Dan Abnett, Xenos

“Basket. Basket-Maker. Guy Who Didn't Bring Enough Money...”
― Jess Mariano, Gilmore Girls