‘I keep being told there’s a paradise for them that believes, but I’m sort of hoping there’s a paradise for them that don’t know.’
– Con Griffin, to himself, Wolf in Shadow
‘I keep being told there’s a paradise for them that believes, but I’m sort of hoping there’s a paradise for them that don’t know.’
– Con Griffin, to himself, Wolf in Shadow
‘None of us is perfect. At least you tried to walk the road.’
– Jon Shannow, to The Parson, The Last Guardian
‘You cannot eradicate evil, for without it how would we judge what is good? And if there is no greed, no lust, no baleful desires, what has a man achieved who becomes good? There would then be no mountains to climb.’
– Pendarric, to Ruth, Wolf in Shadow
‘But for all people, life is like a river. One man steps into it and finds it is cool and sweet and gentle. Another enters and finds it shallow and cold and unwelcoming. Still another finds it a rushing torrent that bears him on to many perils; this last man cannot easily change his course.‘
– Jon Shannow, to Beth McAdam, The Last Guardian
‘You can’t change the world, son. There’ll always be serpents. All you can do is live your own life in the way you feel is right.‘
– Clem Steiner, to Nestor, Bloodstone
‘All will fade one day, but until that day I will retain an interest in things of this world – things that I do not understand, but which I sense have a bearing on what we have become.‘
– Jon Shannow, to Batik, Wolf In Shadow
‘A long time ago, when he was a child, a holy man had told him a story. It was about a man who came to the end of his days and, looking back, he saw his footprints in the sands of his life. And beside them was a second set, which he knew to be God’s. But when the man looked closely he saw that in the times of his greatest trouble there was only a single set. The man looked at God and asked, ‘Why is it that you left me when my need was greatest?’ And God replied, ‘I never left you, my son.’ And then the man asked, ‘Why then was there only one set of footprints?’ God smiled and replied, ‘Because those were the times when I carried you.’‘
– Jon Shannow, to himself, The Last Guardian