Deadmen Walking Quotes

“For those who want to believe, no proof is ever required. For those who refuse to believe, no proof is ever enough.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Deadmen Walking

“No surname? Or is Thorn it?”
“Thorn is all anyone needs to know about me.”
“As in thorn up all our collective nether regions,” Devyl muttered.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Deadmen Walking

“We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark, but the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light. When we refuse to see the truth that lies before us because facing it is too hard and scary for us. Because when we acknowledge that light, then we see the monsters the dark no longer hides and we are honor bound to do something to stop them.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Deadmen Walking

“Excuse me? I believe the correct words you’re looking for are Thank you, Thorn, for saving our asses when we got caught with our britches down.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Deadmen Walking

“Should I get my violin out? I feel this little chat of yours needs an accompanying rhapsody.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Deadmen Walking

“Is there anything in this place to drink that didn’t once filter through internal organs?”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Deadmen Walking

“Am I the only human on board this ship?”
To her deepest chagrin, he hesitated. And when he finally answered, it wasn’t what she wanted to hear and gave her no comfort whatsoever. “Define the word ‘human.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Deadmen Walking

“Staring up at the heavens, he smirked. “Bring it, bitches. With both fists. You want a piece of me? I’m ready for you.” Because they’d never gotten the best of him. Even after they’d killed him, he’d still found a way to strike back from the grave. One thing about the Devyl, he came with the heat of hell behind him and packing an army of demons in his wake. And if you knocked on his door for a fight, then you better be prepared for what you were asking. It was a new day and the Devyl was here to get his due.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Deadmen Walking

“It's easy to lock your heart with hatred. But only when it's free will you be able to move forward without pain anchoring you to a past that's holding you back.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Deadmen Walking

“Thieves, drunkards, lunatics, wastrels, and whores we might all be, but there ain’t a coward among us.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Deadmen Walking

“I hate you, Bane. You live only to suck all the joy out of me death, don’t you?”
He snorted. “Pray that joy is the only thing I ever strive to divest from you, my friend. The day I seek greater entertainment than that is the day you should live in absolute terror of.”
“Duly noted, and me testicles have adequately shriveled back into me body so as to pose positively no threat whatsoever to the fair maiden in boy’s clothing.”
“Good man.”
“Eunuch, you mean.”
“And well you should remain, lest I make that condition a permanent one.”
“Aye, aye, Captain.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Deadmen Walking

“All kinds of folly.” He paused to meet the man’s curious gaze. “I commend her to you, Mr. Meers. Take her to the ship.” “Beg pardon?” He scowled fiercely. “What she be this?” The captain screwed his face up at him. “Are you dafter than a doornail, son? Our little Cameron Jack here be a lass as sure as I be your devil’s bastard seed.” Both of his companions gaped at him, then her. And she returned their slack-jawed stares without blinking or flinching. “How did you know that?” No one could ever tell she was female whenever she disguised herself as a lad. It was a ploy she’d been using ever since her parents had orphaned them when she was a small girl. A ruse Patrick had insisted on to keep her safe from harm, and under his nose so that he could watch after her. Bane scoffed as he reached for his ale. “Never try to fool the devil, love. I can see right through you. Besides, no man has an ass that fine. If he did, he’d serve to be changing my religion on certain things.” He”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Deadmen Walking

“Well, we learned a vital lesson here today, me mateys. You canna keelhaul a demon no matter how hard you try for it. The rotten crafty beastie bastard won’t be having none of it.” Half the crew turned to stare agape at Captain Paden Jack. The other half rolled their eyes and cursed him, then questioned his saintly mother’s impeccable reputation, as well as the legitimacy of his parentage and all his intelligence. If they weren’t about to die, he’d take a mite more offense to their sordid insults.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Deadmen Walking

“Indeed, you're so close that I eat the food and you burp for me." Elf”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Deadmen Walking

“Well,” she repeated, “be it all right with you if Mr. Death pins her to the wall?”
Devyl hesitated as several scenarios for those words went through his mind. William having his way with the beast in a corner.
Or Will literally daggering the hag.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Deadmen Walking

“Don’t start with me, demon. In the mood I’m in, I’m likely to stock up on my favored beverage supply, and your blood would be a most special and welcomed vintage.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Deadmen Walking

“Have I ever said how much I detest the sound of screaming humanity?”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Deadmen Walking

“People make their own realities. They paint the truth as they want it to be, regardless of fact. For those who want to believe, no proof is ever required. For those who refuse to believe, no proof is ever enough.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Deadmen Walking

“People make their own realities. they paint the truth as they want it to be, regardless of fact. for those who want to believe, no proof is ever required. for those who refuse to believe, no proof is ever enough”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Deadmen Walking

“He passed an irritated smirk at Bart. “Given that I be the rightful king of the throne Flowery’s father currently parks his arse upon, aye. I dare them to question me.” He turned back to his cousin. “That not right, Flowery? Or have you finally found the bullocks to behead your father and come for me?” He stiffened visibly in his saddle. “What would you have of me … Majesty?” The word was more insult than title of honor. Ignoring the slight, Devyl glanced over his shoulder as he felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise. Gadreyal was about to pierce the veil and come after them. He could feel it like a tangible touch on his skin. “You might want to gather up some troops.” Flaithrí arched his brow. “Might I inquire as to why?” No sooner had he asked the question than Devyl’s enemies brought down the shield and found their way into his grandfather’s realm. Devyl smiled coldly at Flaithrí. “No particular reason, other than if you don’t, you’re going to have something a lot worse than me to worry about.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Deadmen Walking

“Friend or foe, Captain?” William asked. Devyl scratched at his chin as he considered how to answer. “Not sure.” He narrowed his gaze on the riders. “So what’s it to be, cousin Flowery? Are we friends?” His nostrils flared. “Flah-ree,” he ground out between clenched teeth in the lyrical accent that marked all of their race. “As I said, Florian—” “FLAH-ree!” he growled even louder. William laughed. “Well then, nice to know I’m not the only one you antagonize in such a manner.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Deadmen Walking

“With a deep laugh, Simon moved to stand ready with Kat and Roach. He draped his arm around Kat, who shook his head at him and rolled his eyes. “I should have known it was you.” “Aye, you should have. You’ll never be hearing the end of it now. Didn’t even miss me or ask after me.… And I saw the way you were eyeing Bart in me absence. Don’t think I didn’t. There’ll be the devil to pay later over that, mark me words.” Kat jerked his head toward Bane. “’Tis the other Devyl we have to pay right now that be worrying me most, me love.” Simon wrapped his arm around Kat’s shoulders and pulled him close so that he could kiss the side of his head. “No worries. Ain’t no one getting their hands on you but me. They’ll have to come through me first.” He unsheathed his sword and used his powers to ignite the blade.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Deadmen Walking

“When Strixa opened her mouth to speak again, he used his powers to transform her back into her black owl form. “How ’bout you remain like this for a bit. Safer for us all, I think.” She let out a fierce shriek as she flew to land on the ship’s railing so that she could glare at him with her glowing red eyes. William cleared his throat to get Devyl’s attention. “Beg pardon, Captain. Can’t help wondering if taunting her isn’t a bit foolish? Most especially given our current situation?” “Of course it is, Mr. Death. Why else would I be about it? Where would be the fun of practicing caution and intelligence? If we’re bound for hell again, let it be with full sail and flagrant disregard of all sanity, I say.” William let out a nervous laugh as he turned toward the crew. “Who is with me for a mutiny, eh?” Bart clapped him on the back. “I’d say aye, but the captain scares me too much.” “Aye to that,” Zumari agreed. “Besides, he’d take too much pleasure in eating our entrails. Methinks he’s the only captain alive—or dead—who craves a mutiny.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Deadmen Walking

“Bart caught Zumari as he went skittering past and helped him to anchor himself to the deck. “Am thinking … she’s an owl. They like insects. I vote we feed her Roach and run for it.” Roach let loose a long string of French obscenities.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Deadmen Walking

“He’s right.” Mara glanced about. “Make sure all the powder’s put away before he embarks on this next round of idiocy he’s set himself to.” Devyl smirked at her recitation of his idea, but didn’t bother to correct her words. Mostly because she wasn’t wrong. It was just irritating to have her undermine him out loud before their crew. Belle paused beside Devyl to stare up at him with a knowing grimace that melted into a smile. “Feeling better now, Captain?” He bit back a groan at her silent insinuation. “Don’t be getting cheeky with me, Miss Morte. Me humor’s still not restored fully.” Her gaze slid to Mara. “I’d wager otherwise.” “You know, I ate the last crewman who annoyed me.” She laughed at that. “I’m not worth the indigestion, Captain.” And with that, she flounced off to clap Mara on the shoulder and kiss her cheek.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Deadmen Walking

“Thieves, drunkards, lunatics, wastrels, and whores we might all be, but there ain’t a coward among us.” Sancha crossed her arms over her chest as she dared Devyl with her gaze to try and move her from the ship. Devyl wasn’t sure what to make of this camaraderie. Honestly? It scared the shite out of him. He’d never known it before. Not even his own army had been that loyal. Rather, they’d been too scared to raise arms against him for fear they wouldn’t kill him. Only anger him so that he’d disembowel them for the affront. But that being said, he was all about going after Miss Jack and her brother and seeing this made right. Whatever the cost.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Deadmen Walking

“When he put it that way … She still wanted to punch him on her basest level. However … “Don’t you dare be reasonable in this, Dón-Dueli. Not when I want to be mad at you for that insult you just dealt.” He snorted at her agitated tone. “Well, far be it from me to deprive you of anything, love. If you want to beat me arse, I’ll even get naked for it.…” He lifted his bare leg out from beneath the covers to wiggle his toes at her. “Oh, wait, I already am.” The teasing finally returned to his eyes.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Deadmen Walking

“And his people had no concept of love. At least that was what she’d always been told. But as she met his gaze and saw his tender expression and felt the hesitancy of his touch, she finally knew better. He did know what love was. It showed in everything he did for her. All those little things that he’d gone out of his way to ensure were done to make it easier for her, such as having food ready, or lodgings. To guarantee that she was always respected.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Deadmen Walking

“Cameron paused a moment before she continued. “As me dear father used to say, we can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark, but the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light. When we refuse to see the truth that lies before us because facing it is too hard and scary for us. Because when we acknowledge that light, then we see the monsters the dark no longer hides and we are honor bound to do something to stop them. It’s easy to lock your heart with hatred. But only when it’s free will you be able to move forward without pain anchoring you to a past that’s holding you back.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Deadmen Walking

“TTUYA Devyl actually laughed at the signature, which stood for “The Thorn Up Your Arse.” He’d give the demon credit. Thorn was even more antagonistic than he was. He strangely liked that in a person. Liked it even more in a demon.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Deadmen Walking