Dies the Fire Quotes

“Now let's move on to the subject of how a real man treats his wife. A real man doesn't slap even a ten-dollar hooker around, if he's got any self respect, much less hurt his own woman. Much less ten times over the mother of his kids. A real man busts his ass to feed his family, fights for them if he has to, dies for them if he has to. And he treats his wife with respect every day of his life, treats her like a queen - the queen of the home she makes for their children.”
― S.M. Stirling, Dies the Fire

“And the first king was a lucky soldier.”
― S.M. Stirling, Dies the Fire

“He smiled, looking into the flames. "He used to sleep on the foot of my bed, bad breath and gas and all, and I even took him hunting."

"It's odd to take a dog hunting?"

"Max? Yeah, sort of like taking along a brass band. He saved a lot of deer from death.”
― S.M. Stirling, Dies the Fire

“(Dennis says) "Hey, you're playing confuse-the-unbeliever again. I have never been able to get a straight answer on whether you guys have two deities or dozens, taken from any pantheon you feel like mugging in a theological dark alley. Which is it? Number one or number two?"

"Yes," Juniper said, with all the other coven members joining in to make a ragged chorus...”
― S.M. Stirling, Dies the Fire

“Black soil flew up in divots; the horses’ heads pounded up and down like pistons, and he felt a sensation of rushing speed no machine could quite match as the great muscles flexed and bunched between his legs. Havel”
― S.M. Stirling, Dies the Fire

“It wasn’t taking the trip well; cats seldom did, being little furry Republicans with an in-built aversion to change.”
― S.M. Stirling, Dies the Fire

“It just took so much effort to get anything done without machinery, particularly since nobody really knew how to do a lot of the necessary things by hand. There were descriptions in books, but they always turned out to be maddeningly incomplete and/or no substitute for the knowledge experience built into your muscles and nerves.”
― S.M. Stirling, Dies the Fire

“I like you, Mike. I just wanted to know about you.” He grinned and finished building the fire. “OK, point taken, and I like you too, Juney. It was an RPG.” “Role-playing game?” she asked, bewildered, and saw him laugh aloud, his head thrown back—for the first time since they met, she realized. “Rocket Propelled Grenade,” he said.”
― S.M. Stirling, Dies the Fire

“I’ll never like him, and we may be enemies someday, but respect him I must, however reluctantly. He’s no hypocrite.”
― S.M. Stirling, Dies the Fire

“And you’ll treat me like a queen, hey?” she asked, smiling impishly. He swept an elaborate courtly bow. “And so will everyone else,” he said. “If I have anything to say about it.”
― S.M. Stirling, Dies the Fire

“real man busts his ass to feed his family, fights for them if he has to, dies for them if he has to. And he treats his wife with respect every day of his life, treats her like a queen—the queen of the home she makes for their children.”
― S.M. Stirling, Dies the Fire

“Threefold return indeed! she thought. Actions most definitely do have consequences. Not a matter of a celestial scorebook of punishments and rewards, just that everything was connected.”
― S.M. Stirling, Dies the Fire

“Why is it that guys who think they’re the Master Race always look like walking advertisements for retroactive abortion?”
― S.M. Stirling, Dies the Fire

“Is maith an scáthán súil charad!” Juniper replied ruefully. “A friend’s eye is a good mirror!”
― S.M. Stirling, Dies the Fire

“Mounted infantry can’t force each other to fight, because the other side can just trot off. But we can make him fight, because we don’t have to stop and get off our horses to shoot.”
― S.M. Stirling, Dies the Fire

“though. Here, besides books like Langer’s Grow It!, Livingston’s Guide to Edible Plants and Animals, Emery’s Encyclopedia of Country Living and of course Seymour’s Forgotten Arts and Crafts—their”
― S.M. Stirling, Dies the Fire

“the only”
― S.M. Stirling, Dies the Fire