Dark Horse Quotes

“The argument to your claim is that the path to Hell is paved with good intentions. Believing the ends justifies the means is a very, very slippery slope into the paradise of tyranny.”
― Shayne Silvers, Dark Horse

“I have never felt so aroused.” Talon took a step away from him. “Never say that word again, Carl.”
― Shayne Silvers, Dark Horse

“Peace for the sake of peace is weakness. Weakness breeds cowardice. Cowardice breeds subconscious viciousness. Subconscious viciousness breeds hatred. Hatred breeds mobs. Mobs breed the chaos of no responsibility. No responsibility breeds mindless thugs fighting for scraps by any means necessary. Men who destroy mirrors because they fear their own reflections.” I nodded thoughtfully. “Thrasymachus. The ends justify the means. Might is right. Mob justice from men who are too scared to face and address their own flaws. They point a finger outwards rather than acknowledge the four pointing back at them.” Charon smirked, nodding. “This is the fruit born from the crop of weak men. Weak men make hard times. Hard times make strong men. Strong men make good times. Good times make weak men. Welcome to the carousel of life.”
― Shayne Silvers, Dark Horse

“Yeah,” he said in a low growl. “I think it’s in there somewhere. A dirtier, scruffier, alcoholic gentleman.”
― Shayne Silvers, Dark Horse

“I actually gagged at the visual and took a step back, horrified. “That is foul! You gave my brain a skid mark.”
― Shayne Silvers, Dark Horse

“Gentle…men are dangerous. The gentleness of their nature is the sheath, but the man is the razor-sharp sword. One or the other can be corrupted, both together are a perfect complement.”
― Shayne Silvers, Dark Horse

“You’re the Horseman of Hope. Grimm is very proud of that,” she said, glancing over at me. “So, we are going to need you to pull your crap together and show us some of that hope before we all give up and stop paddling, Mr. Scientist.”
― Shayne Silvers, Dark Horse

“You could have heard a cockroach climax in the ensuing silence.”
― Shayne Silvers, Dark Horse

“Sir Carl,” he corrected. “I am a Knight of the Circle Table.” He tapped the armor over his chest with a proud grin. “Round Table,” Grimm muttered with a shake of his head. “Fucking Carl.” “Sir Fucking Carl!” The Elder hissed, glaring at Grimm. The unicorn rolled his eyes and said it correctly for Carl’s benefit.”
― Shayne Silvers, Dark Horse

“This inter dimensional shit was for the birds. Everything needed to change to Central Standard Time. Every realm, every dimension. The world needed to conform to my version of reality so that I wouldn’t be inconvenienced as much.”
― Shayne Silvers, Dark Horse

“I didn’t want to sprain an ankle or stub a toe. I was getting older and parts of me were beginning to pop and crack and ache for no good reason.”
― Shayne Silvers, Dark Horse

“You would all be slaughtered. Period. It would be a cacophony of bloodshed.”
― Shayne Silvers, Dark Horse

“We often smothered a parrot together.” I smiled absently at the bizarre idiom. It meant drinking absinthe straight.”
― Shayne Silvers, Dark Horse

“Several more Candy Skulls shimmered into existence alongside their two coworkers, apparently clocking in for their nightshift. The gang of eight Candy Skulls leapt for me with outstretched claws.”
― Shayne Silvers, Dark Horse

“Grimm was not the best flight attendant, but as I think Confucius once said, a drunk pilot was better than no pilot.”
― Shayne Silvers, Dark Horse

“struck the ground on my knees, eliciting another flash of sharp pain because I had old man problems”
― Shayne Silvers, Dark Horse

“The cavern was eerily silent for a few moments, and I realized everyone was staring at me, waiting for me to do something wizardly, heroic, or vaguely resemblant of a leader.”
― Shayne Silvers, Dark Horse

“Neigh means neigh,” Grinder chuckled.”
― Shayne Silvers, Dark Horse

“was fairly certain that he saw wingless unicorns as unfortunate cripples doomed for extinction”
― Shayne Silvers, Dark Horse

“His tone and choice of words hit me like a Gibbs’ slap to the back of the head, and I flinched, frowned, and then glanced over at him with a judgmental stare.”
― Shayne Silvers, Dark Horse