The Wheel of Osheim (The Red Queen's War, #3)

by Mark Lawrence

The way I see it is that God must be pretty busy with people appealing to him all the time, so he probably appreciates it when prayers cut to the chase.

“Give him what he wants,” Jorg had said. “Then take what you want. Nobody is more vulnerable than in their moment of victory, and you know that whatever you do this man will never let you go while he lives.”

I grabbed the first of the gargoyles and drew myself up. Technically they’re grotesques, given that they don’t spout water, but large ugly stone monsters will always be gargoyles to me; also I’m not one to care about the niceties of architecture when being hunted down by a skinless horror. Or when I’m not.

I often come up with my best plans by opening my mouth and listening to the words that come out.

“A life lived well is one you’re not prepared to compromise just in order to draw it out for another day.”