The Shadow Sect Quotes

“Oi,” he called to the crestfallen man, “I’m sorry about your fingers. At least you can still count to seven. That’s more than you can count on your friends here,” Falken quipped—”
― Peter Hackshaw, The Shadow Sect

“He’s cut my fucking fingers off!”
― Peter Hackshaw, The Shadow Sect

“Eminent Hastings looked close to a hundred years old—though it was said he was much older—with a long silver beard and equally long hair brushed to perfection below the hat he wore. He was a short man, and his face held wrinkles upon wrinkles, a tableau etched onto a busy wood grain.”
― Peter Hackshaw, The Shadow Sect

“Their cider ain't no good either... Them apples got the sooty blotch.”
― Peter Hackshaw, The Shadow Sect

“I wonder what whispers, those whispering wisps whisper. What whisper them whispering wisps?”
― Peter Hackshaw, The Shadow Sect

“If there ain't no fire burning, look for embers.”
― Peter Hackshaw, The Shadow Sect

“drinking licorice”
― Peter Hackshaw, The Shadow Sect

“You didn’t get horribly murdered then?” ‘Orribly murdeyed.”
― Peter Hackshaw, The Shadow Sect

“Tis a foolish man, who complains of the hole in his pocket. A wise man uses it to scratch his balls!”
― Peter Hackshaw, The Shadow Sect

“Falken navigated the veil of hedgerow and shrubs beside the trail where they’d stopped and found a copse in the meadow. There, he undid his britches and sighed in relief as he broke his warm, golden seal upon the taupe bark of his chosen tree. A finch landed on a low strung branch next to the boy and regarded him. “Don’t watch me. Shoo!” The bird chirped in defiance and Falken waved his hand at it, distracting him from the fine, universal art of not peeing on himself. “Shoo, birdie!” The bird remained still. Falken looked down at a wet patch on his woad-dyed trousers. “Now look what you made me do!” he cursed, and the bird took off, satisfied.”
― Peter Hackshaw, The Shadow Sect

“I need to pee,”
― Peter Hackshaw, The Shadow Sect