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“Do not think on it. You know I would not let anything happen to you, Helena. I would sooner die myself.” He paused, and let out a great, shuddering sigh. “Nema knows I would sooner die myself,” he repeated softly.”

COPS

“Some kind of shit rescue this is,” Fulren mumbled as they went.

Lancelin wasn’t inclined to disagree.”

early stark vibes, cool stuff

“You should've seen this coming,” he whispered, and she reckoned he had a point. It had been coming a long time.

A man who truly believes in a thing beyond the point where it costs him is a rare and dangerous thing.

‘Things aren't what they used to be' is the rallying cry of small minds. When men say things used to be better, they invariably mean they were better for them, because they were young, and had all their hopes intact. The world is bound to look a darker place as you slide into the grave.”

“So everything stays the same?” asked the notary, looking sadly up.

“Some men get better, some get worse.”

“And what do you think God's plan is, General Cosca?”

“I have long suspected that it might be to annoy me.”

She smiled. Or at least her mouth curled up to show sharp white teeth.
“Fury, paranoia and epic self-centredness in the space of a single sentence.”

“Well. Rumours of my death are often exaggerated. Wishful thinking, on the part of my many enemies.”

“I'm beginning to know how they feel.”

“A wise man once told me you have to be realistic. Strange how fast we change, ain't it, when we have to?”

“It's true, then. You are still alive.”

Monza had her breath back now, and her brother's sword up. “It's true, cocksucker.”

“You need to fucking toughen up, boy. You should’ve killed me. Now help me get his arm off, optimist.”

Mercy and cowardice are the same.

Shivers heaved out a sigh. “Just trying to make tomorrow that bit better
than today is all. I'm one of those … you've got a word for it, don't you?”

“Idiots?”
He looked sideways at her. “It was a different one I had in mind.”

“Optimists.”

“That's the one. I'm an optimist.”

“How's it working out for you?”

“Not great, but I keep hoping.”

“Surprised he can’t just walk over the water,” one of them said, obviously intended to be out of the Elder’s hearing, but Nyrgoth turned his head and said brightly, “I suppose I could, but that would be wasteful,” and that shut them all up for the voyage."

“There is a beast that has hounded me down centuries and sometimes it grows bold and its teeth are at my throat. It drags me down, and if I did not carry a shield against it, I could not get up from beneath its weight. Perhaps it is the same with you, or some of your people, though maybe they have never told you. Such beasts hunt in secrecy; even their prey are loath to speak of them for fear of showing weakness.”

Beg!” she hissed. “Beg, you fat fucker!”

“She’ll be the one killing you,” Breca screamed at Drekr. His eyes were
flickering amber and green and he sniffed the air. “I can smell your fear
from here,” he laughed.

“It’s a hard world, friends make it better,” Grok squawked. “You helped me, we helped you.” He ran a beak through black feathers on a wing, “Favour for a favour. Everyone happy."

He stood on his dead prey, looked up to the slate-grey skies above and howled.

“What’s the joke?” Sighvat asked as he lumbered up.
Grend stood straighter and wiped tears of laughter from his eyes. “Elvar
is growing up,” he said.