Mark of the Fool 7 Quotes

“What’s a heel?” Selina had asked. “It can mean a few different things,” Isolde had explained. “But in this context”
― J.M. Clarke, Mark of the Fool 7

“Are you alright?” “Of course I’m alright!” he said, his voice shrill. “Never been better! I am so alright, that I basically don’t have a left hand! Or foot!” “…What?” “Because, er.” He picked up his right foot and held his right hand in front of her face. “I’m all right. No left, get it?” Theresa looked like her brain was on the verge of abandoning ship.”
― J.M. Clarke, Mark of the Fool 7

“Father… look!” the golem said proudly. “Only two hands!” His top pair of limbs were busily juggling a several ton iron golem as though it weighed no more than a few waterskins. “You know, that line only sounds impressive when it’s coming from someone like you,” Alex murmured as the crowd’s roars of laughter echoed through the arena.”
― J.M. Clarke, Mark of the Fool 7

“When Victor’s name was announced, Alex flashed back to the times the pale young man had tried to explain Professor Hak’s own lesson to her in the middle of class. The resulting cringe had been so powerful Alex’s whole body had wilted on itself like a prune. It seemed to be happening again and Theresa grabbed his shoulder to steady him. “Are you having a fit?” she asked him in concern. “Did someone poison you? Is your soul being drained by a demon?” ‘Father… I sense… great mental anguish coming from you… along with images of… that person in the arena who was in your class…’ Claygon said. ‘You are remembering your classmates looking at each other… as Victor went into a fifteen minute speech right before class was due to end… Father? Father, you are falling from your chair.”
― J.M. Clarke, Mark of the Fool 7

“Things can’t get any worse for you,’ Alex thought. Until they did. “What’s going on here?” a new voice demanded from above. Gasps went through the crowd, and they looked skyward. Floating down was the Chancellor of Generasi, flanked by four wizards in robes that looked to be worth more than Alex’s entire building. One of them was a woman with six arms. “I was just coming to support a young friend, bringing some friends from the city’s ruling council to have a bit of a meal, but what is all this, I wonder?” His stony gaze swept across the crowd. “Complaints? Treachery? Lies? Who is responsible for this?” Without hesitation, Alex jerked a thumb to the man and woman who’d been paid to discredit him. Baelin slowly turned to them. They gulped loudly.”
― J.M. Clarke, Mark of the Fool 7

“There is… nothing to worry about,” Claygon said, his footsteps thundering across the arena floor. “It will… be a treat for you… Probably.” “Ah, the probably word. Enough to arouse suspicion, but just vague enough to inspire fear!” Khalik said, turning to Isolde and Thundar. “Let us get away before Alex dissects us, shall we?” “Vivisects,” Isolde said. “Pardon?” “He will probably dissect us while we are still alive, therefore the correct term would be vivisection,” she said. “You know, I don’t think I care much either way,” Thundar said. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”
― J.M. Clarke, Mark of the Fool 7

“Dark days aren’t polite enough to warn you when they’re coming.”
― J.M. Clarke, Mark of the Fool 7

“The General’s Folly.”
― J.M. Clarke, Mark of the Fool 7

“Be they mortal or beast, whichever it is, they declared war when they started kidnappin’ people.”
― J.M. Clarke, Mark of the Fool 7

“A third way was through analysis and by noting patterns in their opponent’s fighting style, using the agility of a keen mind to spot details. By canvassing the terrain for anything that could be used to one’s advantage.”
― J.M. Clarke, Mark of the Fool 7