Chris

“There’s glory in it,” he acknowledged. “Dagda Mor! It’s why I like to fight. When the battle-frenzy fills you, you feel like a god, I think.” He paused, remembering. “But then you hear a friend’s voice begging you to help, and you see your friend’s guts falling out of a hole in his belly, and you can’t stop to help, because someone is trying to kill you, so you have to keep going. You tread upon a corpse and realize it’s a man who taught you how to hunt when you were ten years old. You see the woman who just got married run through by a spear, falling over her husband’s body.” The others were hushed, listening. Eamonn shook his head. “And when it’s over,” he said simply, “they’re still dead. Victory doesn’t matter to the dead, nor to the living who mourn them.”
― Jacqueline Carey, Kushiel's Scion

“You could never have too many knives in Logen’s experience,”
― Joe Abercrombie, The Blade Itself

“All things come to an end. He couldn’t lift the old sword any more. There was no strength left. Nothing. The room was growing blurry. All things come to an end, but some only lie still, forgotten… There was a cold feeling in Logen’s stomach, a feeling he hadn’t felt for a long time. “No,” he whispered. “I’m free of you.” But it was too late. Too late…”
― Joe Abercrombie, The Blade Itself

“You didn’t get to be the villain of one story, she supposed, unless you were the”
― Nicholas Eames, Bloody Rose