More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
“You have a very great number of knives,” he murmured. “I’ve found it’s a bad idea to run out.” The candles gave her eyes a playful gleam quite at odds with the subject matter. “How could I stab anyone then?” “Do you stab people … often?” “I try to keep it to a minimum. Never stick your neck out, that’s my motto.” She sighed. “But a life well lived will, perforce, feature some regrets.”
He had never had much patience for religion. What was it, really, but superstition with money?
“Must we really endure a vampire’s opinions on theology?”
Lying was a sin, apparently, unless you did it outrageously and persistently enough, in which case it qualified as scripture.
“What separates a true magician from witches, sorcerers, hedgerow fairies, and those most self-important pedlars of empty superstition…” and he curled his lip at Brother Diaz “… priests, is thorough preparation for any eventuality.”
“I hear some people can get through a day without stabbing anyone.”
She could make herself invisible. That was her thing. But could she make herself visible? There was the problem.
You magical types are so used to bending the world to your will you never see the value in just … letting things happen. Giving in to something bigger than yourself.
“Magic … may be the ultimate expression … of man’s triumph over nature,” she forced through gritted teeth. “But sometimes you’ve just got to stab a bastard.”
Men born to peace and privilege often crave the approval of the violent.
“Smile while you can, that’s what I say. The world’ll kick you in the twat soon enough.”
