Wild Side Quotes

“War is wild, but one must know when to be wild, and when to keep calm. Too cold, and you become calloused, brittle, and breakable. Too hot, and your emotions rule you, stealing your control. But to be strategically ruthless? Analytically wild? In a General, these qualities are priceless. For everything else, there’s soldiers,”
― Shayne Silvers, Wild Side

“Ientered the Sanctorum – Latin for big-ass secret library, and frowned to see I wasn’t alone.”
― Shayne Silvers, Wild Side

“A great big gray one with a razor-sharp beak, easily three times as large as was naturally possible. Purple feathers mixed with the gray, looking like a parrot had knocked up an owl one night near a certain wizarding school.”
― Shayne Silvers, Wild Side

“The boy and Pegasus are bonded. No treachery to worry about. He never bonded the other one, who was, apparently, a giant asshole. I smiled in relief. The kid had a pony.”
― Shayne Silvers, Wild Side

“He shook his head, chuckling, and then stood, brushing off his hands. Then he extended one to me. I met it in a firm metaphysical shake. Not too long or short. Not too strong or weak. It was a science between us men. The Art of the Handshake.”
― Shayne Silvers, Wild Side

“I knew from experience that we all had that dark presence inside us. We’d had it since our caveman days. You could take a man out of the cave, but you couldn’t take the cave out of the man. Hell, we even called our basements man caves. Preach.”
― Shayne Silvers, Wild Side

“Because everyone knew Fae food could be lethal, like shady Thai food trucks at an innocent farmer’s market – magically enchanting with their Demoncraft scents, and bright colored vehicles that you couldn’t turn down. But you would still try it, knowing full well that you would be on your knees later, praying to a god you might never have prayed to before, begging for the end, or at least for the pain in your guts to end.”
― Shayne Silvers, Wild Side

“The estrogen was strong with this one.”
― Shayne Silvers, Wild Side

“I scowled at him before placing a hand on Grimm’s horn – a gnarled, barbed protrusion of bone designed for one thing… removing blood from squishy things.”
― Shayne Silvers, Wild Side

“He fidgeted from foot-to-foot as he watched my unicorn approach. “He just looks so stabby.”
― Shayne Silvers, Wild Side

“It was like all the fecal matter and decay in the world had been dumped into this single pond, and that some real asshole of a god had decided to use that substance as clay to make… This motherfucker. The Shit Goblin.”
― Shayne Silvers, Wild Side

“like the lizard men that secretly kept the President of the United States safe.”
― Shayne Silvers, Wild Side

“That part of your story is over. It’s time to turn the page. It will not shape the man you will become. At least, not as a handicap. It will only strengthen you. Metal, left too long in the fire, can weaken. But do you know how swords are made?” I asked, treating him like an adult. He shook his head. “With fire,” I said, smiling. “Just the right amount of fire. And it must be hot.” He considered that, slowly nodding. “Okay.” “What you went through was just the right amount of fire. Just the right level of heat. You will become a sword, not a weakened piece of metal, am I clear?” I saw his back straighten, and he looked me in the eyes as he gave me a firm nod. “That fire is not a crutch. You will not complain about it. Swords do not complain. They become stronger. Better. To make sure that what happened to them will never happen to anyone else. Ever. Again.”
― Shayne Silvers, Wild Side