A Time of Dread Quotes

“Fight me if you wish, but know this, I am old for a reason”
― John Gwynne, A Time of Dread

“Sometimes the only answer is blood and steel”
― John Gwynne, A Time of Dread

“I’ll fight you if you wish. But know this: I am old for a reason.”
― John Gwynne, A Time of Dread

“You cannot be truly brave unless you feel truly afraid. That’s what courage is. Doing it anyway, even though you’re scared. Sorry, terrified. And you did. You chose to fight. To step into that furnace of blood and madness and pain, and fight. Despite your fear”
― John Gwynne, A Time of Dread

“Sometimes age doesn’t mellow and soften, sometimes it twists and toughens, squeezing all the kindness out of a soul.”
― John Gwynne, A Time Of Dread

“You cannot be truly brave unless you feel truly afraid.”
― John Gwynne, A Time of Dread

“And so many of them gone now. But their memory lives on. We shall never forget.”
― John Gwynne, A Time of Dread

“sometimes, son, the only answer is blood and steel.”
― John Gwynne, A Time Of Dread

“I know what Corban did. Fought Asroth, slew Calidus, helped to destroy the Seven Treasures and your gateway to the Otherworld.”
― John Gwynne, A Time of Dread

“Sig felt men tense at the sight of them, quickly followed by whispers and pats to calm horses, but Sig grinned to see the wolven-hounds, so named because of the mixed blood that flowed through their veins. For a moment Sig was a hundred leagues away, and over a hundred years, seeing in her mind the original parents of this line: the great wolven, Storm, and her mate the brindle hound, Buddai, fighting and rending Kadoshim on that Day of Days. She felt a flush of pride, muted by sadness at glories and friends long past and faded.”
― John Gwynne, A Time of Dread

“It is always darkest before the dawn.”
― John Gwynne, A Time of Dread

“...when it comes down to it, it's blood, steel and muck, stench and guts and screaming loud enough to burst your head, fear and rage and everything else in between, and you keep swinging your blade at the foe in front of you until your arms are numb and there are no more left, or you die.”
― John Gwynne, A Time of Dread

“Suddenly the Kadoshim had a knife in his fist and he was stabbing frenziedly at Hammer’s paw, sinking deep, blood spurting. The bear roared and jerked away, the Kadoshim—abruptly free—was up and stumbling at Sig, knife lunging for her belly. Then Hammer’s jaws clamped around Rimmon’s torso, lifting him bodily from the ground, jaws snapping tighter as it shook the Kadoshim furiously, blood spraying, bones snapping. The bear hurled the Kadoshim to the ground, slammed one paw upon the winged demon’s torso and grabbed its head, ripping it from its shoulders with a wet, tearing sound. Sig stood and stared. It was all over in a handful of heartbeats. “I think you are more bad-tempered than I am,” she muttered, patting the bear’s neck.”
― John Gwynne, A Time of Dread