Blood Will Quotes

“Some of the children were playing pretend and having ‘balls’, having their princesses dance around.”
― Kirill Klevanski, Blood Will

“Well, friend,” Hadjar whispered in the gray horse’s ear, “remember: you do your best not to drop me, and I’ll try my hardest not to break your legs.”
― Kirill Klevanski, Blood Will

“The main Palace staircase was covered in broken pieces of armor, blood, and flesh. Hadjar, walking up to the ancient doors, simply kicked them open. One of the doors, unable to withstand the force of the kick, flew off its hinges and, after flying a few yards, fell to the marble with a booming echo. “I’ve always wanted to do that.”
― Kirill Klevanski, Blood Will

“I would never have thought it possible, my Prince, that communication between rebels can be accomplished with the help of a kitten.”
― Kirill Klevanski, Blood Will

“Executioner,” Primus wiped away tears, “end this farce. Light the fire!” The executioner flinched. He slowly headed toward the brushwood, but...  was stopped once again. A stone had been thrown at his head. A second stone hit the helmet of one of the legionnaires surrounding the platform. A little boy came forward, to the front of the crowd. His long, black hair was in a tight bun. He was wearing ragged sandals and dirty, old clothes. In his hands, he held a wooden sword that had ‘Moon Beam’ carved on it. “The Mad General isn’t afraid of anyone! I’m with you, Prince!” The boy shouted and, raising his sword above his head, rushed at the nearest legionnaire. The soldier smiled wryly and swung the blade at the child’s head. Blood began to flow. From a hand. A tall, muscular man had caught the legionnaire’s blade with his bare hand. “I’m with you, Prince!” He growled and slammed his fist into the visor of the legionnaire with enough force to dent it. “I’m with you, Prince!” Someone shouted, picking up a stone. “I’m with you...” The sound of blades being unsheathed filled the air. “I’m with you...” Arrows were nocked. “I’m with you...” The entire crowd began to move. It rushed toward the ring of legionnaires like an angry tide. “Kill Hadjar!” The King shouted. One of the legionnaires jumped up to the platform. But then he grabbed his face and cried out — the executioner had slammed the flaming torch into his face. “I’m with you, my Prince,” sounded from under the cap. “Fuck my oath. I’ll meet my forefathers with honor even if they call me an oathbreaker.”
― Kirill Klevanski, Blood Will

“I can’t give up, buddy,” Hadjar shook his head. “I can’t run. If I do, then you won’t have a friend and brother to go to the Sea of ​​Sand with. I will be like the walking dead. A ghost.” “Damn it!” Nero couldn’t hold back this time and struck the wall. A crack the width of his palm spread up to the ceiling. “What would you have me do, Hadj?! Watch you burn?” “We are all burning,” Hadjar smiled, “Each person has to deal with their own fire that life allots them.” “You are a damned philosopher.” “And you’re a spoiled prince.” “Barefooted psychopath.” Nero turned away and wiped something off his cheek. He rose and headed for the door. Stopping for a moment, he reached for the handle of Moon Beam, but stopped at the last second. Without turning around, he said: “Live free, my friend.” “Die well, my brother.”
― Kirill Klevanski, Blood Will