Blackwing

I saw you stand,” I said. “Saw your courage, back at Twelve. Saw the steel in your will, the power you command. You say there’s nothing of woman about you? You aren’t some painted vase, delicate and useless. You’re a fucking lioness. The strongest damn thing that ever lived. There’s nothing of you but woman.

Corruption doesn’t take root in isolation, it embeds itself where the soil is fertile.

The world is a cruel mother, a matron of darkness, selfishness, greed, and misery. For most, their time suckling at her breast is naught but a scramble through stinging, tearing briars before a naked, shameful collapse as the flesh gives out. And yet in the bright eyes of every newborn, there lies a spark, a potential for goodness, the possibility of a life worth living. That spark deserves its chance. And though most of them will turn out to be as worthless as the parents who sired them, while the cruelty of the earth will tell them to release their innocence and join in the drawing of daggers, every now and then one manages to clutch to its beauty and refuses to release it into the dark.

Burning was a bad way to go, but my reserves of empathy were usually exhausted on orphans and puppies, a lot higher up the list than arsonists and arseholes.

When you realise the mountain you've been climbing is just a heap of shit, the fall doesn't feel so far.

Just because the wolf pack fears your sling doesn’t mean you stop carrying stones.

Fight the battles you can win, run from those you can’t. Good words to keep you alive.

Just because he wasn’t Nameless didn’t make it smart to underestimate him; a knife may not be a longsword, but the edge will cut you all the same.

Some men are born to charm ladies and spread their irresponsible seed across the land. Some exist to create the great works of art that inspire dreams and drive creativity for generations. Others are born to till the fields, put bread on the table, and raise their sons to till the fields, put bread on the table, raise sons of their own. I was born to end lives.

Pídeme. Pídeme lo que quieras. Te amo. No, me has obligado a amarte. Te odio. Pide y te lo negaré. No te daría ni una pizca de saliva. Te daría el mundo.

It is the way of the world that good people try to do the right thing for the wrong people's wrong reasons.

When you realise the mountain you’ve been climbing is just a heap of shit, the fall doesn’t feel so far.

Nobody ever wants to go into the Misery, but sometimes you just got to follow the trickle of fate’s piss.

I don't like things that don't make sense. Not until I've put a knife in them.