Born of Hatred Quotes

“So, yeah, I’m afraid of this thing. But that just means I’m going to try harder to beat it. Because fear should never be a reason for not doing the right thing.”
― Steve McHugh, Born of Hatred

“I’m an enigma wrapped inside a riddle, all bundled in something quite wonderful.”
― Steve McHugh, Born of Hatred

“Olivia forced a smile. “You really are not what I’d expected.” “I’m an enigma wrapped inside a riddle, all bundled in something quite wonderful.”
― Steve McHugh, Born of Hatred

“But for those I care about, those I love, I will move fucking mountains to keep them safe. And”
― Steve McHugh, Born of Hatred

“grabbed a second slice of toast, gaining a slight growl from Tommy in the process. “Do that again and I’ll hit you on your nose with a rolled up newspaper,” I told him.”
― Steve McHugh, Born of Hatred

“Her name was Jane,” I said, and Olivia stopped walking. “We were together for two years, married after a few months. I was happy, genuinely happy. Even though she was human, and I knew I’d outlive her, I just wanted to enjoy the time that we had together. “It all ended on a damp November morning in seventeen eighty-two. I’d been away working for Avalon for a few months and had been eager to get home. I found her inside the house we’d shared. She’d been butchered. Her blood decorated our bedroom. She was naked and appeared to have been dead for several days. My rage was…terrifying. I buried Jane with my own hands, placing her near a field that we used to love going to. And then I burnt the house to the ground.” Olivia’s shoulders sagged, but she didn’t turn and face me. “I hunted her killer for a year. I didn’t care who I hurt to get the information I needed. I was so single-minded, so determined to have vengeance. Eventually, I discovered that her murderer had been part of the king’s army, which had been going through the area. “The killer was an officer by the name of Henry. No idea what his last name was. It didn’t matter. He liked hurting women, and once he’d finished with them, he kept their hair as a souvenir. The rest of his squad had waited outside while he brutalized and murdered the woman I loved. No one had helped Jane, and no one had tried to stop him. “I discovered that they’d been on training maneuvers the day of the murder, just their squad of thirty. And after all my searching, I found them and I killed them. They died in one night of blood and rage. All but one. I left Henry until last. I took him away to a secluded place and had my fill of vengeance. It took a week for him to die, and when he finally succumbed, I buried Hellequin with him.” The memory of Henry’s blind and bloody form flashed in my mind—his pleas had long since silenced because I’d removed his tongue. I hadn’t wanted information from him; I’d just wanted to make him suffer. Before he’d lost his ability to talk, he’d told me that someone had paid him to do it, but he never said who. No matter what I did to him, he took that secret to his grave. And after a few years of searching, I decided he’d been lying. Trying to prolong his life for a short time more, hoping for mercy where there was none to give. “I no longer had the desire to go by that name,” I continued, still talking to Olivia’s back, “I no longer wanted to instill fear with a word. I hoped that the legend would die, but it didn’t, it grew, became more…fanciful. “You’re right, I’m a killer. I’ve killed thousands, and very few of them have ever stained my conscience. I can go to a dark place and do whatever I need to. But for those I care about, those I love, I will move fucking mountains to keep them safe. And I care about Tommy and Kasey, whether you grant permission or not.”
― Steve McHugh, Born of Hatred

“Distrust is hard to overcome when it’s ingrained.”
― Steve McHugh, Born of Hatred

“I hoped we could put the intense attraction between us aside, because if someone went through her to get to me, the wrath that would fall upon them would be biblical.”
― Steve McHugh, Born of Hatred

“LOA,”
― Steve McHugh, Born of Hatred

“BOA,”
― Steve McHugh, Born of Hatred

“SOA,”
― Steve McHugh, Born of Hatred

“I’m surrounded by uncouth ruffians.” “And apparently you live in the nineteenth century,” I said. “I’m going to break into his house before you call me a ragamuffin or something equally hurtful.”
― Steve McHugh, Born of Hatred

“I’m a big fan of the rocket picture.” “That’s an airplane,” she corrected. “Oh, so what’s the slug thing underneath it?” “That’s a mountain with eyes.” I raised an eyebrow in question. “I was six,” she said, explaining everything.”
― Steve McHugh, Born of Hatred

“if anyone else comes after your friends, you know what you have to do. Crush them. Make them an example that no one will forget. Hellequin’s turned into a nursery rhyme to be told to naughty children—you need to make sure it’s the adults who start checking under the bed.”
― Steve McHugh, Born of Hatred

“You’re upset.” Olivia shoved me. “Upset? You’re the fucking Bogeyman. My mum used to tell me that if I misbehaved the Hellequin would come for me.” I wasn’t really sure how to respond to that.”
― Steve McHugh, Born of Hatred

“We don’t seem to have any pins for the bandage. It’s not much use without one.” I turned back to the glass. “Can we get a pin in here?” “Turns out Hellequin’s a pussy,” Elijah sneered. “No pins?” I said to the mirror. “That’s okay, I’ve got one.” I grabbed a six-inch but incredibly thin blade from the tray and plunged it through the bandaged knee. “There we go. We can use that.” Elijah commenced screaming once more. I grabbed the hilt of the blade and pushed it further until the blade came out of the opposite side of the leg, cracking the bone as it moved. “Still think I’m a pussy?” I whispered.”
― Steve McHugh, Born of Hatred

“What do you want?” I asked. “Are you looking for absolution? Forgiveness? Because I’m not a priest. And if I was, I’m pretty certain I’d still tell you to go fuck yourself.”
― Steve McHugh, Born of Hatred

“He laughed again, a humorless, evil noise that would have made fingernails on a chalkboard sound like a symphony of elegant beauty.”
― Steve McHugh, Born of Hatred

“Hello, Nathan,” Peter’s voice, his actual voice, was deep and wispy, the sort of voice you’d imagine a snake would have. “I figured you might call at some point,” I said. “You want to brag about something really impressive? Killed a few more defenseless werewolves or something?”
― Steve McHugh, Born of Hatred

“The room we entered housed a large TV, a pool table, and a few other games for the inmates to enjoy, including a collapsible table tennis set that had been folded in half with someone still inside it, crushing the man to death. Three massive couches had been upturned and thrown to the sides, exposing a large, empty section of floor. A lone arm, torn off from the shoulder, sat in the very center in a pool of blood. At the far end of the room, the TV had been torn from the wall and tossed aside. In its place was a body. Or at least the remains of one. Two pool cue ends protruded out of his chest, and blood had sprayed from his torso where his arms should have been, drenching the wall in red on either side of him. Identification would be difficult since the victim’s head was missing. “What the fuck happened here?” I asked, not sure if I wanted to know. Olivia turned away from talking to one of her agents. “The best Doctor Grayson can determine is that Neil was nailed to the wall by those pool cues after having his arms and his head ripped off and thrown into the nearest bin.” “That’s Neil Hatchell?” Olivia nodded.”
― Steve McHugh, Born of Hatred

“Sir, I’m sorry about what happened back there.” He spoke with the displeasure of a man who’d thought of himself as the top rung on a very short ladder and then discovered that the ladder was only half made.”
― Steve McHugh, Born of Hatred

“Tommy,” I interrupted. “I’d never tell you what to do, but do you remember what we were doing at twelve?” “Hunting deer,” Tommy said. “You?” “I was learning how to kill people,” I said honestly. “If I remember correctly, on my twelfth birthday, Merlin had me doing sword practice in the morning, and herbs in the afternoon. I believe we had cake after.” “Well, I certainly don’t want her hunting this thing,” Tommy said. “But you’re probably right, Kasey; you are old enough to know what’s happening.”
― Steve McHugh, Born of Hatred

“Hey, Tommy,” I said, with all the joy that I could muster after just being woken. “Could you possibly be a little louder? I think there are some rivets in the house that you haven’t worked loose.” “Nice to see you, too,” he said stepping inside and closing the door behind him.”
― Steve McHugh, Born of Hatred

“You’re going to give your friends in this town a message. They have forty-eight hours to leave. To run as far away as they can. Because in two days I’m going to come back, burn this entire fucking town to the ground, and piss on the ashes.”
― Steve McHugh, Born of Hatred

“Hopefully, he realized that running into a town, guns blazing, where there were a thousand people, many of them armed, would be a very short mission of vengeance.”
― Steve McHugh, Born of Hatred

“I’m always wary of beautiful women who carry knives.” The chief laughed. “The wise words of someone who has experienced the wrath of one such lady and has a story I would like to hear.” “I promise when this is over, the story is all yours.” So long as I wasn’t dead first.”
― Steve McHugh, Born of Hatred

“I turned my eyes away from the young warrior, he pounced on me, exactly as I’d known he would. A second knife was in his hand and he swiped it up toward me. I dodged aside, kicked out his knee, and smashed his face into the wooden table before locking his elbow at the joint until he released the blade. “Are you satisfied now?” the chief asked the young man. “Your behavior was rash and stupid. A superior warrior handled you as if you were a baby. You will apologize, and then you will leave my sight until I summon you for whatever punishment I deem necessary.” Chief Blacktail looked up at me. “You may release my son.” Well, that was a shock, but I did as I was asked and moved away just enough to ensure that any further ideas of retribution would require him to step toward me. I really hoped he wasn’t that foolish. Was I that stupid when I was young? Probably.”
― Steve McHugh, Born of Hatred

“I used the bike’s lights on the journey to Vicki’s, not wanting to try and outrun any police or explain why I was riding in complete darkness. I doubt they’d accept the “I can use magic to see in the dark” excuse all that easily.”
― Steve McHugh, Born of Hatred

“Sorcerers have a tendency to think only in terms of magic and how it can be applied in life; it makes some of us appear cold towards others.” “Especially werewolves.” “Oh, not just werewolves, all weres, vampires, trolls—basically anything that isn’t a sorcerer. We’re not picky; we’re just better than everyone else.” I grinned, ensuring that Ellie knew I was only teasing. Ellie laughed. “Humble, too.” “Yeah, sorcerers are basically perfect.”
― Steve McHugh, Born of Hatred

“There will be no deaths in this fight,” he stared at Randal as he spoke. “Anyone breaking that rule will find his own life forfeit. However, if either combatant cheats, his opponent may deal whatever retribution he sees fit.” I saw Randal’s face pale; he wasn’t happy about that.”
― Steve McHugh, Born of Hatred