Land of Magic Quotes

“The man had reeked of alcohol so much that the birds flying behind the ship had begun to wobble and fall to their deaths.”
― Kirill Klevanski, Land of Magic

“By the Great Turtle, I don’t want to find out what’s under his loincloth!” Hadjar didn’t know whether Einen was joking or not, but as they jumped past the giant’s loincloth, most of them looked under it. “By the Great Mother!” “Beautiful Warriors!” “Gods and demons!” “By the Great Forest!” There were shouts from all sides. Hadjar turned away in silence and his face paled a little. Even the southern tribes of Lascan, who were renowned for their prowess in bed, would get an inferiority complex after seeing that. The damned giant had something that looked more like a monstrous battering ram than a man’s rod under his loincloth. “The gods are unjust,” the men sighed.”
― Kirill Klevanski, Land of Magic

“The only other Princess Hadjar knew was his own sister.”
― Kirill Klevanski, Land of Magic

“Dora Marnil smiled innocently, showing off a big hammer.”
― Kirill Klevanski, Land of Magic

“Well, I’ve got a duel tomorrow.” Einen, despite having to fight a disciple of the inner circle, looked eerily calm. “Isn’t it funny, my friend? We were originally going to have you do this.” “That’s right,” Hadjar said, smiling. “A battle between a fully-fledged disciple and an inner circle one will bring in less bets, though.” “Profit is still profit, my barbarian friend.” “Are you already aiming for victory, my bald friend?” “Of course! We should come up with a plan. We’ll have to be cunning.” “I’ve already forgotten the last time we had a fair fight.” “The world of martial arts is ruthless, my barbarian friend.” “And we’re even more ruthless, my bald friend.”
― Kirill Klevanski, Land of Magic

“War and peace are shadows that life casts upon ordinary people,” Einen said philosophically. Hadjar sometimes wondered how such deep thoughts could come from the mind of a rogue and adventurer from the Islands. Then again, he shouldn’t judge his friend by his clothes and birth, but by his deeds. “Ordinary people?” Tom asked, once again assuming his familiar haughty and proud manner. “I only see two ordinary people among us. And they should be grateful that we’re tolerating their filthy existences.” “Tom,” Dora said warningly. “When viewed through the waters of the World River, we are all ordinary.” Einen shrugged. “And mortal.” Hadjar slapped his forehead.”
― Kirill Klevanski, Land of Magic

“Got a plan?” Hadjar whispered to his friend. The islander nodded. “You’ll like it. It’s completely insane.” “The best plans always are.”
― Kirill Klevanski, Land of Magic

“It seems to me, my bald pirate friend, that I can see a beautiful maiden in that small lake over there.” “That’s odd, my hairy barbarian friend, because I can see her too.”
― Kirill Klevanski, Land of Magic

“I think you’re right,” he finally agreed. “But if this hypothetical fight was between an ordinary disciple and the youngest heir of one of the family clans, I would pay twice as much to witness such a spectacle, just to laugh at the poor fool.” “What do you mean?” Hadjar’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. Despite the depth of Einen’s life philosophy, his past as a smuggler and pirate would sometimes stir in him. Hadjar still remembered his trick in the Sea of Sand, when he’d deceived Tilis and made a whole performance out of making a false oath. Even Hadjar hadn’t thought about trying something like that, and he’d once been called the ‘Mad General’. “You are in love with Anise. Perhaps you consider her to be your destined partner on the path of cultivation. So, it’s only a matter of time before you end up fighting against Tom Dinos. When that time comes, it would be better if, in addition to his blood, you and I also reap some more tangible benefits.” Hadjar looked at the calm Einen. The islander’s face was expressionless. “Holy fuck, my friend,” Hadjar swore, shocked. “You frighten me sometimes!”
― Kirill Klevanski, Land of Magic

“You dare to keep staring at me, servant?” The offended young heir (whatever that title meant) roared. “I think I should teach you a lesson…” Hadjar bowed sharply at the waist and saluted in the manner of the Empire — he struck his chest twice with his fist, “My apologies, young heir of the great Predatory Blades clan. I, an unworthy ant, dared to accidentally stain your clothes. Let me take them and return them to you in their purest form.” For a moment, there was utter silence in the hall. Hadjar didn’t look like a man who could apologize to anyone. There was far too much confidence and pride in his eyes, in his gestures and posture, in his whole appearance. “I beg your pardon, most worthy heir,” Einen also bowed. Both friends maintained serious expressions on their faces, but in fact, they could hardly keep from laughing out loud. If a teenager endowed with the terrifying power of a true cultivator considered soiled clothing a reason to get insulted, then the thirty-year-old warriors who’d witnessed the horrors of piracy, wars, and the Sea of Sand…”
― Kirill Klevanski, Land of Magic

“Where should we go first, my friend?” The baldy asked. “The Forest or the Swamps?” “I don’t know,” the other shrugged. “But I think we’ll find someone willing to part with their lives and their tokens in both places.” “I don’t doubt it, my barbarian friend, I don’t doubt it.” They both laughed in a horrid, demonic manner.”
― Kirill Klevanski, Land of Magic