He Who Fights with Monsters (He Who Fights with Monsters, #1)

by Shirtaloon

I don’t know what kind of person you were before, but this is a chance to leave that person behind. To become whoever you choose to be. That’s a rare chance. Just remember that every choice has its consequences. Even if you choose to do nothing.”

But think about what happened to you today. You stood up in a horrifying situation and you took control. The safe and happy people don’t get to do that. When fate comes for them, they need people like me to stand in its way. That’s fine; it’s what I’m here for. But if you want to control your own fate instead of people like me doing it for you, then you have to become one of us.”

“I think that might be worse.” Gary said. “I mean, melted leech can’t be something you want in your blood, right? “He’ll be fine,” Farrah said. “Probably.

“I have fur,” Gary said. “I don’t want to get blood in it.” “Since when has that been a concern?” Rufus asked. “It’s a new thing,” Gary said. “I’m growing as a person, and I think you should support that. By being the one who wipes the blood off.”

I was going to be a great adventurer. It got to the point that I never even doubted it. The only exception was my grandfather. He said you never learn who you are when everything goes right.

“What do you get out of that?” he asked. “Does it make you feel better to disrespect things others find meaningful?”

But what I am describing isn’t what really happened to you. It is simply the closest I can get to an explanation you could understand. Trying to explain the true forces at play would be like explaining mathematics to a rock. You fundamentally lack the capacity to perceive what I would need to show you.”

“That’s what I like about you, Jason,” he said. “You don’t pretend that what we do doesn’t affect us.”

“I don’t know what a horse is, but why do you think heidels are creepy?” “They are creepy.” “There’s a leech monster that lives inside you, and you think heidels are creepy?”

“Are you seriously mouthing off right now?” Dink asked. “How smart will that mouth be with no teeth in it?” “I’m not sure you know how being smart works,” Jason said. “Or teeth.”

“Hello, sir, and welcome to Filbert’s Fine Leather Emporium. Which is to say, we are an emporium of leather goods, not an emporium made of leather. Just a little joke we like to say around here. I am the proprietor, Filbert, but you may call me Bert.”

“It is my way to give those who follow me the freedom to do what is right. If doing what is wrong is not truly an option, then doing good isn’t a choice; it’s just obedience.”

“A responsibility isn’t just a responsibility so long as it’s convenient,” Jason said. “I can live with burning bridges, if the bridges are rotten.