Robin > Books: fantastic-fantasy‎ (583)

“What would you say if I tortured you?" asked the bandit leader conversationally.
Halla blinked at him. "Err, 'Ow,' probably. 'Stop, Stop, Stop,' something like that?" *What a bizarre question. What does he expect me to say?*”

“Maybe we should have tested them first,” she said.
“That’s what they’re gonna put on my tombstone.”
"Don't be silly Carl.  The don't give us tombstones here."

“Cats don’t drink cocktails,” I said.
“Cats don’t shoot lasers from their eyes either, Carl, but here we are. Mama needs a night off.”

“I wasn’t just going to abandon you, Carl,” Donut said. “Who do you think I am? Miss Beatrice?”

On top of that, some crazy asshole who doesn’t want everybody to think he’s a crazy asshole is throwing a train full of explosives in our direction. So, you know. Typical day.”

“Stop bringing logic into an emotional argument.”

“The first year is when some of us lose our lives. The second year is when the rest of us lose our humanity.”

“Did we really just start a meth war between the goblins and the llamas?”

“You attacked and caused damage to a mob that is more than 75 levels above your own. The fact that you’re reading this suggests you’re the luckiest fucker in the dungeon. Just remember, luck goes both ways, like your mom. Reward: You’ve received a Platinum Lucky Bastard Box!”

Perversely, he was so frozen in place with fear that to an observer it looked as though he were standing his ground with great stoicism. 

"You are a fool if you think word has not spread already.  There are demons in hell who envy your reputation."

“Miss Hawkins,” I said, “I am used to being the biggest troublemaker in town. I’m not certain I like the suggestion that you’re about to outdo me.”

“Everything matters, Wil,” Evie told me. “But I don’t think penance is about fixing things. I think… it’s about…” There was a strange conviction in his dark eyes now, though he struggled to find the words to convey what he was thinking. “It’s about becoming the sort of person who would never make that mistake again. It’s about caring so much that you have to fix all of the little cruelties that you can. Until it’s the most natural thing in the world to you.”

"Your question was guile or force.  That was the wrong question.  To defeat Lik-Rifa we will need both.  She must be tricked, made to think she is safe to attack us, made to think we are weak when we are strong."

"A sword needs a scabbard, as fury needs restraint."

"Have you already forgotten what I said about that book?  Think of who it was that wrote it.  The wretch Lysandros, as befits an agent of the Empire, conquers through lies."
Arienne scoffed. "This book doesn't read like lies.  I'd say the author's tone is very sincere."
"Nobody conquers the world with insincere lies."

"Destiny may offer men and women who would be kings, but only the people may exalt them."

"A sword needs a scabbard, as fury needs restraint."

"Have you already forgotten what I said about that book?  Think of who it was that wrote it.  The wretch Lysandros, as befits an agent of the Empire, conquers through lies."
Arienne scoffed. "This book doesn't read like lies.  I'd say the author's tone is very sincere."
"Nobody conquers the world with insincere lies."

"Destiny may offer men and women who would be kings, but only the people may exalt them."

“Can you imagine how many yards of guts it takes, Din, to prance into such highly guarded institutions with little more than confidence to aid you? Aware all the while that simply running into the wrong person at the wrong time would instantly result in your violent arrest?

“Is there no chance he’s finished?”
“Oh, Din…” She laughed lowly. “He is not done. He’s left a note, and a trophy with many secret meanings! He has opened lines of communication.” She lay back on her bed, her fingers threaded dreamily on her belly. “The question is— who is his audience? And what form shall his next message take?”

It was Martyr Sihlda Doisselle herself who said this of truth: ‘It is as malleable as clay for the faithless, but hard and unyielding as stone for the faithful.’

There are no coincidences. Just threads not yet revealed as part of the same web.

“Nervousness means there’s a fear to be faced ahead, Diago. The man who is never nervous, never does anything hard. The man who is never nervous, never grows.”

“There comes a point in every man’s life where he can rail against the unfairness of the world until he loses, or he can do his best in it. Remain a victim, or become a survivor.”

Finding magic, finding a thing of magic, while you were still young enough to truly believe, could open the door, and then if you had some little gift as well, a powerful magic could awaken it to bloom.

“We aren’t investigating that bloody death circus,” he said, grinding his teeth. “I was clear on that!”
“Well, you’re not the boss of us!” I said, voice rising.
“You could have died!” Rorick roared.
Anita shot webbing at me. The sticky silk struck me gently in the cheek. It was like being slapped by a slightly chewed marshmallow.

Death gave me wings.

“We’re all pretending to be heroes, dear heart,” she observed. “Everyone is looking to us now, so we had better play the parts assigned to us.”

“By the cast-iron balls of the god of blacksmiths,” growled Tuke. “That was a flag of truce. He came over to parlay”

“I know,” said Kagen, his voice as cold as winter ice. “But I came here to start a war.”

“When do we c-c-come and rescue you?'
'If I'm not back by nightfall, come and take a very carefu

“When do we c-c-come and rescue you?'
'If I'm not back by nightfall, come and take a very careful look,' said Anya. 'But I don't expect to need rescuing. I'm not that kind of princess.”