Ascension Quotes

“It is my intention, good people, to engage in your stupid custom of warning each other that you are about to attack. Really, Gen, you must tell me how anyone got that notion into his head. If an enemy is worth killing, then a knife in the back is just as warranted as a knife in the chest, wouldn’t you say?”
― Brian Fuller, Ascension

“It irked the Magistrate that people said Gen could pass for a Lord while passing his own children off as even educated would be like telling someone a chicken was a peacock.”
― Brian Fuller, Ascension

“What is honorable must be revered and defended, regardless of where it is found. Baseness must be despised—and fought—wherever it is found.”
― Brian K. Fuller, Ascension

“You must be the master of your words and feelings and the master of body and face. Every slump of the shoulder, every creasing of the brow, every flippant comment, every wide-eyed glance at a passing girl is an arrow in the enemy’s quiver.”
― Brian Fuller, Ascension

“Gen nodded. “He wishes to make amends to you, but having suffered from your wrath a time or two, I knew that he would best serve your feelings by simply never showing his face again.”
― Brian Fuller, Sacrifice

“My Lord Kildan,” the Baron objected. “I see no need to. . .” “Just do it,” Gerand said, dismounting his horse. “I’ve long since learned not to argue with someone who is over two hundred years old.”
― Brian Fuller, Sacrifice

“Strange people, these Eldephaere, castrating themselves so they wouldn’t be attracted to a woman they haven’t been allowed to guard for nearly a century. I know traditions tend to linger, but let’s face it—castration is a really poor choice of tradition. It seems a simple vote to end the practice could hardly fail. Quite a deterrent to recruiting, I would imagine.”
― Brian Fuller, Sacrifice

“The Chalaine leaped into Gens arms. “I am married! And there were no demons, and no one died or anything.” “The night is still young,” Gen quipped.”
― Brian Fuller, Sacrifice

“Nothing says, ‘I don’t love you’ like marrying someone else.”
― Brian Fuller, Sacrifice

“You’re going to have to tell Dason,” he warned her. “Nothing says, ‘I don’t love you’ like marrying someone else.”
― Brian Fuller, Sacrifice

“What is it that you propose?” Maewen asked. “The return of Aldradan Mikmir,” Mirelle said. “He’s dead, Mirelle,” Maewen replied, face skeptical. “I buried him.” “That is true, but”
― Brian Fuller, Sacrifice

“Shield at the ready, one of the Eldephaere stepped forward. “Drop your weapons and. . .” Gen hacked him down, his blade thrusting through the shield with ease and puncturing the soldier’s heart.”
― Brian Fuller, Sacrifice

“Her mother had always tried to instruct her not to fret over things she could not control, but she had always found the notion a little strange. What one couldn’t control was precisely what demanded worry.”
― Brian Fuller, Sacrifice

“Out of respect she would try to spare his feelings as much as possible, but if Gerand was right, she would likely have to rip his heart out and feed it to a dog before he would believe her professions of disinterest and even disgust.”
― Brian Fuller, Sacrifice

“What the Chalaine and I discussed is none of your concern, and what I did to you was this.” And Gen did it again, incanting the same spell. Dason collapsed face first into the wall opposite him, skidding down until he was an uncomfortable lump on the floor.”
― Brian Fuller, Sacrifice

“The whole world is careening to its doom and, dancing the entire way.”
― Brian Fuller, Sacrifice

“Gen said a strange word, and Dason collapsed, face impacting painfully with the balustrade on the way down. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” Gen said, and the Chalaine laughed.”
― Brian Fuller, Sacrifice

“Dason kept snaking his hand under the table to try to grasp hers, but she would snatch it away. He would grin, thinking she was playing coy. She fought the urge to stab him with a fork.”
― Brian Fuller, Sacrifice

“I’ll stay. It would be a shame for you to win such a victory for us and then be devoured by a wolf or a bear. Besides, there are a few arguments I wish to make while you are less able to reason.”
― Brian Fuller, Sacrifice

“How many did you kill?” “Seven.” “Ha! I downed eight. One thousand nine hundred eighty-five to go. Did you see a Chukka or a Shaman?”
― Brian Fuller, Sacrifice

“Isn’t it strange that if you give people even the smallest sliver of hope they will grasp it and build their lives and dreams around it, regardless of how ridiculous and unreasonable it is?”
― Brian Fuller, Sacrifice

“As it was, she suspected that at the first sign of Mikkik’s presence she would only catch sight of Chertanne sprinting in terror off into the distance just moments before the evil god annihilated them all.”
― Brian Fuller, Sacrifice

“The law that makes you feel bad for doing something, not because someone else knows you did it, but because you know it was wrong. Or conversely, the law that lets you feel good about doing things a public law says you shouldn’t.”
― Brian Fuller, Ascension

“Frost will ever hate the blossom, Set its hand against the flower, Seek to choke the songbird, Tempt snow from raindrops In the shower.   Fog will ever hate the sunshine, Set its breath against the light, Blind the keen-eyed traveler, Cloud the blue-skied day Into night.   If such enemies in nature be As frost and flower, fog and sun, Then lift your eyes and watch; Nature makes enemies For everyone.”
― Brian Fuller, Ascension

“I assure you I was more civil than he warranted. I will try, however, not to tempt fate any further.” “Tempt it? As far as Chertanne is concerned, you’ve been poking fate with a sharp stick!”
― Brian Fuller, Ascension

“I certainly judge correctly in this! I am the Savior of the World and her future son-in-law and she has not invited me to a private dinner!” “Considering that during the last meal she took with you, you tried to drag her daughter off to your bed like a common street whore, I think it’s understandable that she needs an ample period of time to invent some good feeling for you before inviting you to dinner.”
― Brian Fuller, Ascension

“It is obvious the First Mother favors you overmuch, Gen,” Chertanne observed haughtily. “In matters of being over favored, I will certainly defer to your judgment,” Gen returned. “I certainly judge correctly in this! I am the Savior of the World and her future son-in-law and she has not invited me to a private dinner!” “Considering that during the last meal she took with you, you tried to drag her daughter off to your bed like a common street whore, I think it’s understandable that she needs an ample period of time to invent some good feeling for you before inviting you to dinner.”
― Brian Fuller, Ascension

“When an Uyumaak is trying to drag your intestines out, all the nobility and pleasant conversation at one’s command will only serve to lend you a clever line to utter at your death.”
― Brian Fuller, Ascension

“The Chalaine peeked between the books. Sure enough, Gen lay aslant on the couch, cradling his sheathed sword on his chest, hilt near his ear. A pile of three books sat on the floor nearby. Even in sleep he looked dangerous.”
― Brian Fuller, Ascension

“But perhaps,” the Chalaine said, “there is something we can do after all. You know every detail and fact about Kimdan, his family, his disposition, his birthday. How much do you know about Gen?” “I know he’s from Tell and that he would be the person to see should I want to get someone killed. Other than that, little.”
― Brian Fuller, Ascension