‘Judge a man by his actions, not his occupation.‘
– Angel, to Miriel, Waylander II: In the Realm of the Wolf
‘Judge a man by his actions, not his occupation.‘
– Angel, to Miriel, Waylander II: In the Realm of the Wolf
‘Nothing beautiful is ever crafted at speed.‘
– Senta, to Miriel, Waylander II: In the Realm of the Wolf
‘Everything ends. In a curious way it is what makes life so beautiful.’
– Angel, to Miriel, Waylander II: In The Realm of the Wolf
‘Fear is like fire in your belly. Controlled, it warms you and keeps you alive. Unleashed, it burns and destroys you.’
– Miriel, to herself, Waylander II: In the Realm of the Wolf
‘Draw every ounce of pleasure you can from life, savour it, hold it on your tongue. But don’t waste time with thoughts of loss. My first wife was a harridan. I adored her, and we fought like tigers. When she died I was bereft but, given the chance, I would not go back and live differently. The years with her were golden.’
– Angel, to Miriel, Waylander II: In the Realm of the Wolf
‘Do not make the mistake of judging a man’s physical courage, or his skills, by the work he is forced to do. I knew a doctor once who could put an arrow through a gold ring at forty paces. And a street cleaner in Drenan who once held off twenty Sathuli warriors, killing three, before he carried his injured officer back to camp. Judge a man by his actions, not his occupation.’
– Angel, to Miriel, Waylander II: In the Realm of the Wolf
‘Do not make the mistake of judging a man’s physical courage, or his skills, by the work he is forced to do.‘
– Angel, to Miriel, Waylander II: In the Realm of the Wolf
‘You can’t avoid it. No one can. We are like the seasons – we grow in spring, mature in summer, fade in the autumn and die in the winter. But it is foolish to say, “It is springtime but I will grow no flowers for they must fade.” What is life without love? Perpetual winter. Cold and snow. It’s not for you, beauty. Trust me.‘
– Senta, to Miriel, Waylander II: In the Realm of the Wolf
‘Everything ends. In a curious way it is what makes life so beautiful. I knew an artist once, who could craft flowers from glass – fabulous items. But one night, as we were drinking in a small tavern, he told me he had never once fashioned anything with the beauty of a genuine rose. And he knew he never would. For the secret of its beauty is that it must die.‘
– Angel, to Miriel, Waylander II: In the Realm of the Wolf