Frostfeld - The Mourning Son Quotes

“I once knew a young journalist from Tacoma, Washington,” Jael continued, “who was crushed when the novel he’d spent the last two years writing was rejected by every publisher he submitted it to. He wanted to give up, but then I told him of another author I knew who considered quitting writing—this one was a woman–due to suffering endless rejections as no one wanted to read her rabbit-in-a-waist-jacket story. At my suggestion, she decided to take matters into her own hands and self-publish her books. She became a household name and created what became the National Trust in the United Kingdom.
“Hearing that, the America writer persisted, and his book became one of greatest science fiction novels of all time. I have signed first editions of all his books at home. I tell you that story to say this: you’re a better writer than either of them, my friend. Better by many orders of magnitude. Persevere, Sergeant. Persevere. You owe it to yourself, to your friends, your family, and finally, to prosperity. Because what are stories but anthropology of the soul?”
― Joseph Elliott-Coleman, Frostfeld - The Mourning Son

“Staring down evil was exhausting.”
― Joseph Elliott-Coleman, Frostfeld - The Mourning Son

“What did we do to deserve this, mother?!” he demanded. “What did we do?!”
“Oh, my little prince!” she said, her voice full of love and compassion. “I fear deserve has naught to do with it. Sometimes life can be an utterly ruthless bitch.”
― Joseph Elliott-Coleman, Frostfeld - The Mourning Son

“Pray God man, spare me at least your condemnations,” she gargled. “I am what I am and I won’t change. I delight in being me. Your words are dust just as Athena’s and Bastet’s were. Just as the carpenter’s son were. I’ve been killing since before you were born, and whom I serve has been doing so before France was called Gaul and before Atlantis fell beneath the waves.”
“I’ve been killing since before the man bitch Caesar bled out on the senate floor, before the boy conqueror Alexander fled half a world away from his terrible, ambitious mother and before the Hebrew prophet parted the red sea. Before the frigid virgin Queen closed her legs to all of Europe and before the war whore Achilles slaughtered the only good prince of a shit of a king.”
“I’ve killed popes, imams, rabbi’s, generals, warlords, kings, queens, pharaohs, and saints. I’ve watched empires rise and fall to dust, I was witness to the events of the Mahabharata, I’ve met Soulsaints, and I was a General for Kronos in the Titanomachy. So please just use your weapon and be done with it. I’ve had a very tiresome day, and I have no wish to hear the recriminations of righteous sheepdogs. I‘ve heard the bleating of moral sheep enough to last an aeon.”
― Joseph Elliott-Coleman, Frostfeld - The Mourning Son