Marc Jones

“As individuals they were each of them fallible, discordant as notes without harmony. But as a band they were something more, something perfect in its own intangible way”
― Nicholas Eames, Kings of the Wyld

“Tehol collected his cup and carefully sniffed. Then he frowned at his manservant.
Who shrugged. “We don’t have no herbs, master. I had to improvise.”
“With what? Sheep hide?”
Bugg’s brows rose. “Very close indeed. I had some leftover wool.”
“The yellow or the grey?”
“The grey.”
“Well, that’s alright, then.” He sipped. “Smooth.”
“Yes, it would be.”
“We’re not poisoning ourselves, are we?” – MT 237”
― Steven Erikson, Midnight Tides

“Sixty beats of a heart would be enough. If I could hold them. Let them know I came for them no matter what stood in my way. It would be enough. Sixty beats of a heart past that door would outweigh sixty years in this world without them.”
― Mark Lawrence, The Liar's Key

“Fuck that!" My turn to drop the scroll-case as though it were hot. "...your stewardness."

"'Highness' is the correct form of address when the steward is of noble birth... if we're being formal, Jalan."

"Fuck that, your highness.”
― Mark Lawrence, The Wheel of Osheim