Sword And Sorcery Quotes

Matt was almost completely naked. A tattered loincloth and an ugly chain with a yellow diamond were his only apparel.

Do you think we can be friends?” I asked.He stared up at the ceiling. “Probably not, but we can pretend.

When I look at my bookcase and see one book after the other upon its shelves, I think to myself, There is a God.

The Lion banner sways and falls in the horror-haunted gloom;A scarlet Dragon rustles by, borne on winds of doom.In heaps the shining horsemen lie, where the thrusting lances break,And deep in the haunted mountains, the lost, black gods awake.Dead hands grope in the shadows, the stars turn pale with fright,For this is the Dragon's Hour, the triumph of Fear and Night.

Recent studies have shown that approximately 40% of authors are manic depressive. The rest of us just drink.

I noticed him right away. No, it wasn’t his lean, rugged face. Or the dark waves of shiny hair that hung just a little too long on his forehead. It wasn’t the slim, collarless biker jacket he wore, hugging his lean shoulders. It was the way he stood. The confident way he waited in the cafeteria line to get a slice of pizza. He didn’t saunter. He didn’t amble. He stood at the center, and let the other people buzz around him. His stance was straight and sure.

Dragons were notoriously finicky about whom they ate, and thought it the height of bad manners to be kept waiting by their selected fare.

Vane grabbed me. “DuLac, let’s chat.” British-speak for “Stand still while I yell at you.

I've stolen books. They're the only thing worth taking that don't belong to you.