‘There are many kinds of beauty, my lady, and not all of them fade as swiftly as the flesh.’
– Parmenion, to Olympias, Lion of Macedon
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‘I said no such thing, lad. I said I was frightened. There’s a difference. A coward is a man who knows what’s right, but is afraid to do it. There’s plenty of them around. But the worst of them are easy to spot: they talk loud, they brag big, and given a chance they’re as cruel as sin.’
– An Old Man, to Druss, The First Chronicles of Druss the Legend
‘Death is merely another journey, lad. But you won’t be walking that road alone – I’ll be with you. And who knows what adventures wait?’
– Michanek, to a young soldier, The First Chronicles of Druss the Legend
‘All things in the world are created for Man, yet all have two purposes. The waters run that we might drink of them, but they are also symbols of the futility of Man. They reflect our lives in rushing beauty, birthed in the purity of mountains. As babes they babble and run, gushing and growing as they mature into strong young rivers. Then they widen and slow until at last they meander, like old men, to join with the sea. And like the souls of men in the Nethervoid, they mix and mingle until the sun lifts them again as raindrops to fall upon the mountains.’
– Asta Khan, to Tenaka Khan, The King Beyond the Gate
‘May all your dreams – but one – come true.’
– Kebra, to Conalin, Quest for Lost Heroes
‘I have discovered that miracles are merely events that happen just when they are needed. A man dying of thirst in the desert sees a bee flying through the air. He decides that Jehovah has sent him the bee and follows it – to a glistening pool of cold, clear water. Is it a miracle?’
– The Prophet, to Gershom, Shield of Thunder
‘I will always be the master of my fate. As will you – for we are men of strength.’
– Parmenion, to Attalus, Lion of Macedon
‘Fear is sensible. Never make the mistake of equating it with cowardice.’
– Sieben, to Druss, The First Chronicles of Druss the Legend
‘Love was what mattered. Love of one for one. The touching of hands, the touching of hearts. The warmth of belonging, the joy of sharing.’
– Renya, to Herself, The King Beyond the Gate