Sea of Sand Quotes

“I want one!” The girl stamped her foot just like Elaine had as a child. Maybe she was a princess too? “I don’t think your dad would approve of you getting a tattoo.” “He never approves of anything at all,” Serra frowned. “He’s so mean. You are much kinder. Maybe you can be my dad?” Hadjar choked. The girl’s innocence and naivety always amazed him.”
― Kirill Klevanski, Sea of Sand

“Breathe, my disciple, and remember, whatever happens in your life, the most important thing is to never forget to breathe.”
― Kirill Klevanski, Sea of Sand

“tenth of the power that the Lord possessed...”
― Kirill Klevanski, Sea of Sand

“Why do unconscious people weigh so much?” Hadjar grumbled, carrying Ilmena in his arms.”
― Kirill Klevanski, Sea of Sand

“Flowers bloomed under the young man’s feet, and birds landed closer to sing their songs. His heart was burning, aflame with spring love.” “In our version, it’s not his heart that’s hot,” Einen whispered in Hadjar’s ear.”
― Kirill Klevanski, Sea of Sand

“We borrowed them from the bandits,” Shakh smiled smugly, as if he’d personally stormed an incredibly fortified enemy camp, heroically killed all the bandits, fought their leader off, and along the way, saved several princesses and also been crowned the king of a small oasis and was now reaping the benefits.”
― Kirill Klevanski, Sea of Sand

“Hadjar was almost at the gate when a crossbow bolt pierced the sand in front of his feet. “One more step and the next shot hits your balls!” a guard said”
― Kirill Klevanski, Sea of Sand

“All the members of the squad stopped without any issues, except for Hadjar. He pulled on the reins too sharply and almost flew head over heels off his ‘hen’ when it stopped instantly. “Demons and Stars,” Hadjar cursed like a local. At the last second, he managed to pull his foot out of the stirrup and jump off it and onto the sand. Straightening up, Hadjar looked proudly at his ‘hen’ standing nearby. It seemed to snort contemptuously in response. Admittedly, it was possible that one of his uninvited riding instructors — Ilmena and Kharad — had made the noise. Hadjar was ready to explain why they were wrong with the help of his blade,”
― Kirill Klevanski, Sea of Sand

“Chekhar’ was an untranslatable swearword in the local language. It meant something close to: ‘The son of a cheap, diseased woman who was raped by an old, bald jackal who has nothing left.’ Hadjar had been amazed to learn the sheer depth of the word.”
― Kirill Klevanski, Sea of Sand

“My Master says that the more scars a warrior has, the weaker they are,” Shakh scoffed. “A real warrior allows only their beloved to touch their skin!” “Well, I guess nobody has touched your skin except your mother, in that case,” Hadjar retorted casually.”
― Kirill Klevanski, Sea of Sand

“Are you sure, stranger?” The guard’s voice was as dry as the ground underneath his feet. “No one will take your dead body back to Lidus to bury it next to your ancestors.” Hadjar was once again surprised at how quickly his nationality had been identified. “As far as I know, honorable overseer, any man or woman who has reached the Formation Stage can participate in the selection process, regardless of what country they were born in or how old they are.” The guard smiled awkwardly, revealing an uneven row of yellow teeth. They weren’t yellow because he was sick or didn’t take care of himself, but because the local food was saturated with special spices that colored one’s teeth. However, without these spices, food ended up being tasteless. “Go away, stranger,” a second guard said. He looked at Hadjar far less amiably than his partner had. “The smell of your incense makes my eyes water. If I stand next to you any longer, your stench will cling to me and my wife won’t make love to me tonight.” A dragon stirred in Hadjar’s blue eyes, but only one of the four guards noticed it. The one who’d tried to be polite, although he also didn’t like white-skinned northerners. “Your wife? Forgive me, honorable overseer, but I left her exhausted before coming here. She won’t be able to make love to you either way.”
― Kirill Klevanski, Sea of Sand