Germano Marrello

“We were giants once, remember? Kings of the Wyld.”
― Nicholas Eames, Kings of the Wyld

“Pike,” Clay said by way of greeting. “Heard you were dead.” “Close. Married.”
― Nicholas Eames, Kings of the Wyld

“In stories, when a giant was slain, it toppled thunderously to the ground. In reality, a giant died much the same way anything else did: screaming and shitting itself.”
― Nicholas Eames, Kings of the Wyld

“A battle, as relayed by a poet, is a glorious thing, full of heroic stands, daring charges, and valiant sacrifice. But a battlefield, as experienced by some poor bastard mired in the thick of it, is something different altogether. The word clusterfuck came to mind.”
― Nicholas Eames, Kings of the Wyld