John Cordova

“I’ve a fear…” said Shivers, his scarred brow furrowed in a frown. “That was a mistake.” “Wasn’t my first,” snapped Rikke, well aware of what she’d done, “and I doubt it’ll be my last.” “Surely. But you might want to spread ’em out a bit.”
― Joe Abercrombie, The Wisdom of Crowds

“He would cling to this last remnant of home like a drowning man in a stormy sea.”
― John Gwynne, Valor

“The seeds of the past bear fruit in the present,” muttered Logen to himself. “So they do,” said Bayaz, “so they do. And sour fruit indeed.”
― Joe Abercrombie, Before They Are Hanged

“There are many ways to love someone. Sometimes we want love so much, we’re not too choosy about who we love. Other times we make love such a pure and noble thing, no poor human can ever meet our vision. But for the most part, love is a recognition, an opportunity to say, ‘There is something about you I cherish.’ It doesn’t entail marriage, or even physical love. There’s love of parents, love of city or nation, love of life, and love of people. All different, all love.”
― Raymond E. Feist, Magician: Master