Fantasy Books Quotes

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George R.R. Martin
“The best fantasy is written in the language of dreams. It is alive as dreams are alive, more real than real ... for a moment at least ... that long magic moment before we wake.

Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab. Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red meat and wines as sweet as summer. Reality is beans and tofu, and ashes at the end. Reality is the strip malls of Burbank, the smokestacks of Cleveland, a parking garage in Newark. Fantasy is the towers of Minas Tirith, the ancient stones of Gormenghast, the halls of Camelot. Fantasy flies on the wings of Icarus, reality on Southwest Airlines. Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true?

We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the songs the sirens sang. There is something old and true in fantasy that speaks to something deep within us, to the child who dreamt that one day he would hunt the forests of the night, and feast beneath the hollow hills, and find a love to last forever somewhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La.

They can keep their heaven. When I die, I'd sooner go to middle Earth.”
George R.R. Martin

Patrick Rothfuss
“If you want to write a fantasy story with Norse gods, sentient robots, and telepathic dinosaurs, you can do just that. Want to throw in a vampire and a lesbian unicorn while you're at it? Go ahead. Nothing's off limits. But the endless possibility of the genre is a trap. It's easy to get distracted by the glittering props available to you and forget what you're supposed to be doing: telling a good story. Don't get me wrong, magic is cool. But a nervous mother singing to her child at night while something moves quietly through the dark outside her house? That's a story. Handled properly, it's more dramatic than any apocalypse or goblin army could ever be.”
Patrick Rothfuss

Gena Showalter
“CPR dummy looked like him and had clearly been stabbed. Repeatedly. In the groin. He thought she might have used the dummy for target practice, and tried not to be offended. Key word: tried.”
Gena Showalter, The Darkest Secret

Greg Hamerton
“If you see the dragon fly,
best you drink the flagon dry.”
Greg Hamerton, Second Sight

Greg Hamerton
“Those who try to juggle wisdom, power and greed, drop one of the balls, every time.”
Greg Hamerton, The Riddler's Gift

Naomi Novik
“They come and go like seasons, the winter that gives no thought to the spring.”
Naomi Novik, Uprooted

Wendy Froud
“My mother used to read to me every night when I was little. We got through most of the major fantasy books of that time. The Narnia books by C.S. Lewis were my favorites and, later, Tolkien's The Lord of the Rings. I started making dolls to fill in the gaps of the dolls I had. Obviously we couldn't buy centaurs and fauns and elves and fairies, so I made them to play with the normal dolls I had. I must have been about six years old when I started making fantasy dolls.”
Wendy Froud

Greg Hamerton
“How can you understand the language of music, if you will not be an instrument?”—Zarost”
Greg Hamerton, Second Sight

Denise Verrico
“I've been called many things in my time, but never a conduit of divinity- Cedric MacKinnon, My Fearful Symmetry”
Denise Verrico

K.A.Z. Violin
“Ketika kau memiliki firasat buruk tentang kehilangan orang yang paling berharga, kau akan mencoba untuk tidak mempercayainya. Tetapi jika kelak firasat itu semakin nyata, kau akan melakukan apa pun untuk menjaga orang yang paling berharga itu. Sekalipun akhirnya kau tetap kehilangannya!”
K.A.Z. Violin, Eldar: Violin & Negeri Salju Abadi

M. Scott Verne
“I do tasks for the gods, usually things like tracking down rare items or taking someone safely to a destination."
D'Molay the Freeman Tracker”
M. Scott Verne, City of the Gods: Forgotten

“People that are lazy don't get anything accomplished. It's People like me that are reliable.”
Richard W. Todd

J.Z.N. McCauley
“Faerie footprints are specks of magic that the earth couldn't bear to part with.”
J.Z.N. McCauley, The Oathing Stone

Richelle E. Goodrich
“Eena worried to Ian in her thoughts. (You’re not going to let him walk away thinking what I think he’s thinking, are you?)

(You won't change his mind. The evidence is a little suggestive. You should have just stayed behind me.)

(Oh, this is all my fault?)

(Well, you were the one swimming in your underwear.)

(And you’re the one who took your shirt off!)

(You think the alternative would have been better?)

She shuttered at the thought of the Braetic stumbling across her in her underclothes.

“Cale,” Eena said in another attempt to convince the stranger. Somehow she managed to sidestep Ian’s effort to halt her, and she approached the man. “I am not messing around with my protector. I am, and always have been, true and faithful to Derian. It’s just……a lot of weird things have happened lately.”

The Braetic looked willing to consider a good excuse. “Such as?”

“Well,” she started, casting a furtive glance at Ian. He was shaking his head, conveying strong disapproval. She ignored him.

“Okay, well…..I’ve been fighting these immortals who are bent on using me to break free from an imprisoning gem where they were sentenced to stayed locked up for eternity. They nearly annihilated a world of Viiduns—that’s how awful they are! But one of these immortals has control over my necklace, and her brother keeps transporting me and my protector all over Moccobatra in search of pieces to a star-shaped platform they intend to use to free their bodies which have been trapped for over three-thousand years now. We were sent here at an inopportune—and highly embarrassing—moment to find the final piece to the platform. It’s been a nightmare just trying to stay alive!”

“Wow,” Cale breathed, not looking half as concerned as Eena thought he ought to. “So these immortals are using you and trying to kill you at the same time?”

She shook her head. “No, no, only the dragons are trying to kill me…or they were trying to kill me until Naga put a stop to them.” Eena heard Ian’s hand smack against his forehead. She saw humor sweep over the Braetic’s face. It made her angry.

“Dragons too, huh?” Cale snickered.

“It’s the truth!” she insisted.

(Eena, just forget it. You’re only making it worse.)

She ignored her protector’s advice again. “Cale, I’m telling you the honest-to-goodness truth. Do you know the story of Wanyaka Cave? The red-gemmed prison and the two spirit sisters?”

Completely out of patience, Ian broke into the conversation, rudely speaking over his queen. “We’ll be on our way now, sir. We apologize for trespassing.”

With a big grin on his face, the Braetic offered a friendly alternative. “Why don’t the pair of you accompany me home. I’m sure my wife can round up some suitable clothing for you. Those immortals must have a ripe sense of humor, leaving you alone in the woods without any decent attire.” He caught a chuckle in his throat. “That is unless it was the dragons who took the shirt off your back.”

“Dragons are immortals!” Eena snapped, as if any fool ought to know it.

Ian flashed her a harsh look. “We would greatly appreciate the help, sir.”

“Oh, it’ll cost you something,” Cale informed them, “but we can discuss that on our way.”
Richelle E. Goodrich, Eena, The Two Sisters

Sherry Leclerc
“...When it comes to one’s nature... I believe it is the choices we make that have the final say. We can choose to be happy, to lead a good life. We can decide on the kind of person we want to be, and then make a thousand small choices each day to keep us on our path.
~Blaez (The Guardians of Eastgate)”
Sherry Leclerc, The Guardians of Eastgate

Sherry Leclerc
“It does no good for you to spend all of your time worrying about what may come and being blind to what you have in the present.” ~Blaez, The Guardians of Eastgate”
Sherry Leclerc, The Guardians of Eastgate

Carla Reighard
“...she was fantasizing about riding a horse through a meadow...The perfume of wildflowers wafted to her nose as the sun warmed her face.”
Carla Reighard, Elle's Magical Shoes

Carla Reighard
“It was a glorious illusion and she fell asleep before it ended.”
Carla Reighard, Elle's Magical Shoes

Andrew J. Peters
“It all started when Dam went missing.”
Andrew J. Peters, The Seventh Pleiade

Elina Vale
“Nobody wants any trouble, but trouble has a tendency finding the ones who have the power to change things.”
Elina Vale, The Gate Run: Legends of Shadear

Elina Vale
“Nobody wants any trouble, but trouble has a tendency of finding the ones who have the power to change things.”
Elina Vale

Richelle E. Goodrich
“Derian pulled the blanket snug around himself. “This is my added assurance.”

Eena wrinkled her nose as if she thought his answer was odder than his actions. “It’s your what?”

“If you recall the last time we were here standing in this very spot, you pelted me with neumberries.” He held up a single berry before popping it into his mouth. “I doubt you would risk soiling your blanket, so I figure wrapping it around me this way I’m pretty much assured safety from any potential attack.”

He winked playfully, and she laughed out loud.

“I’m afraid you don’t know me half as well as you think,” she announced. Aiming low, she flung a sizable berry at his calf. It hit its mark.

“Whoa, whoa!” He lowered the blanket to cover his legs.

“You can’t hide yourself entirely, Derian,” she said, aiming for his face. He ducked, raising the blanket like a shield in the process.

Another round of ammunition pelted his ankles before he decided it was time to fight back. Eena found herself bound up in her own blanket, arms wrapped securely at her sides. She laughed nonstop, unable to move within his strong hold. Derian leaned forward until their noses touched, and then he kissed her giggles silent. He kept her in the blanket, snug and close to him, but Eena managed to wriggle an arm free and drape it around his neck, holding his lips in reach. She uttered a quick count in between kisses.

“Seven,” she breathed.

Derian paused, his mouth a whisper away from hers. It tickled when he spoke.

“No, no, Eena.”

“No what?”

“No counting. Not today. No ground rules.”

She barely uttered a partial “’kay” before his mouth covered hers again. His hot breath tasted like breakfast. He fixed his hands on each side of her face, and the blanket fell to the ground. As the intensity of their kisses grew hungry, he gripped her cheeks more securely. Eena could feel the air electrifying around them. Her heartbeat drummed—excited and anxious.

“Derian…” she breathed. But he didn’t stop.

She felt his hand move to support her neck while the other slid down her back, urging her closer. She brought her arms together and pressed against his chest, somewhat objecting to the intimacy.

“Derian…” she tried again. But he covered her mouth with his own.

She pushed more firmly against him without success. Her protest weakened as his kisses softened. The fervor subsided, and she could feel her wild pulse even out. Amidst a string of supple kisses, Derian’s breathing slowed. He planted his lips on her forehead for a moment before squeezing her tenderly. She snuggled up against his warm chest.

“One ground rule,” he whispered in her ear. “We stop when you say ‘when.’”

“When,” she uttered.

“Okay,” he agreed.

Then, as if the thought had just occurred to her, she stepped back to look up questioningly at the captain. “Wasn’t there a leftover sandwich in that basket from last night?”

His lips formed a guilty smile as he confessed, “Yes—and it was delicious.”
Richelle E. Goodrich, Eena, The Two Sisters

Richelle E. Goodrich
“The past wasn’t something that could be changed or repaired, and so it was a place Ian refused to dwell. That wasn’t the case with Eena. She often wandered on pathways long since set in stone. That was her way. She had some need to rearrange those stones from her past every now and then, as if changing how she perceived them altered anything. He felt guilty for wishing she would turn her back on it all. To him, no matter how the past was viewed, it was still the same pile of unchangeable, regrettable stones.”
Richelle E. Goodrich, Eena, The Tempter's Snare

L. Danvers
“She had tasted adventure. She had danced with the threat of death. And she had lived.”
L. Danvers, Fate Abandoned

L. Danvers
“Pain was fleeting. Death was forever.”
L. Danvers, Fate Abandoned

Lina J. Potter
“As the days wore on, there was less and less of Aliya left in her. She couldn’t remember what Alex’s eyes had looked like, or how her father laughed at off-color jokes, or what the head of surgery said to her the first time she walked into the operating room. It was all gone. Her new reality was the castle, Earton, and these strange people that she had to build a life with.”
Lina J. Potter, The Clearing

Lina J. Potter
“A last, despairing thought shot through Aliya’s mind, Is this it? I don’t want to die! I want to live! Then everything went dark.”
Lina J. Potter, First Lessons

Yolanda Hatcher
“I think this is where it started, the day I fell in love with her.
The start of a series of events that would change my life forever.”
Yolanda Hatcher, Ascension: Volume I, Part I

Ella Rose Carlos
“Fawn and Gabriel stared at her in wonder, for only passionate dreams could ignite a timid soul.”
Ella Rose Carlos, A Long Lost Fantasy

“Not all those who wander are lost.”

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