Iron Will Quotes

“your damned ice fortress.”
― Kirill Klevanski, Iron Will

“You’re like coal,” Nehen said. “Black on the outside and red hot on the inside.”
― Kirill Klevanski, Iron Will

“seas and oceans,”
― Kirill Klevanski, Iron Will

“He had melted snow in his flask. The water was tasteless,”
― Kirill Klevanski, Iron Will

“Therefore, the way around was an unaffordable luxury for him. He’d have to fight this bear to get past and he would do it; may the gods bear witness.”
― Kirill Klevanski, Iron Will

“And winters in the north weren’t the same as in Lidus. In Balium, if you went outside with a glass of hot tea on a winter morning, you would return home with tea-flavored ice cream.”
― Kirill Klevanski, Iron Will

“I don’t understand why you’re just standing around!” Nero shouted, putting a bundle of five logs on his back. “Come on! Move it! Otherwise, you’ll be running until dinner! Which will be... tomorrow evening! Now… FUCKING MOVE!” The recruits immediately rushed over to the log pyramid. Groaning, moaning, and drenched in sweat, they haphazardly threw the logs across their shoulders and, for the most part, found they couldn’t even move. Most of them stumbled, limped, and almost crawled around the parade ground. In their eyes, these officers were no longer just living legends. Not merely the heroes of bards’ songs. No. They were demons that had crept out of the abyss. It was only their first day with this newly formed squad, and some of the soldiers were already cursing the day they had decided to join it.”
― Kirill Klevanski, Iron Will

“The golems looked human. Except for the fact that they were about 15ft tall and made of yellow stone. Half-naked, they were so muscular that even the best practitioners following the Way of the Body would’ve envied them and Dogar himself would’ve been in awe of them. [Analysis of the object! Threat level:... error. Too little data. Proceed to re-analysis] Fortunately for everyone’s self-esteem, their creator had made some pants for them.”
― Kirill Klevanski, Iron Will

“I don’t remember him,” the King continued. “My father used to bring me and my brother here and tell us stories about his grandfather fighting against the sect of Balium. ‘The Black Gates’ was our greatest foe, once.” “Lidus lost that war.” "Yes,” Haver agreed. “My grandfather and your great-grandfather died fighting them. But, because he refused to bow to the Patriarch and because he managed to seriously injure him in a fight, Lidus resisted. While the sect was getting ready to continue their attack, we consolidated our forces and sent them back to the Black Mountains.” Haver stared at his ancestor’s stone visage for a long time. Hadjar tried to make out the inscription on the pedestal. The King’s last words were carved there: “I won’t kill you today... but look into my eyes, Patriarch, and remember. I’ll come for you. In another body, in another spirit, wielding another sword, but I’ll take your life. The last thing you’ll see will be my eyes. So remember them well!”
― Kirill Klevanski, Iron Will

“I had to improvise,” Hadjar shrugged. “So was it a plan or a damned improvisation?” “It was an improvised plan!” Hadjar snapped.”
― Kirill Klevanski, Iron Will

“Chapter 149”
― Kirill Klevanski, Iron Will

“Only you, Hadj, can go to the ass end of the world and come back covered in gold, rather than shit.”
― Kirill Klevanski, Iron Will

“However, her tone immediately softened when a little girl in a brown coat, fur boots, and a fur hat ran up to her. The girl held out her small hands, wrapped in a pair of woolen gloves. Lian smiled, bent down, took a snow flower from her pocket, and gave it to her. The girl’s face shone with joy and she ran back to show it to her mother.”
― Kirill Klevanski, Iron Will

“Why not kill two birds with one stone?” Helion replied. “Am I right, General?” “If you get carried away trying to commit bird murder, I’m sending you off to guard the frontiers.”
― Kirill Klevanski, Iron Will

“What did you want to know?” he asked. “Mister Investigator,” the fat man added, smiling. Hadjar remained silent. “What did you want to know, Mister Investigator?” the simpering dog of the Generals completed his phrase. “You must be confused.” Hadjar demonstratively took his hands off his sword. “You’re the investigator, not me.”
― Kirill Klevanski, Iron Will

“Fried Sparrow’ (‘Scorched Falcon’).”
― Kirill Klevanski, Iron Will