The Crimson Campaign

You missed the morning’s festivities,” Bo said to Adamat. “You call torturing a man ‘festivities’?” Adamat asked. “I’m not a good person,” Bo said.

Even if you are a pompous ass with no respect for authority, you're worth fifty men, and I mean to see you in my army." "That was an incredibly backhanded compliment." "I meant every word.

First rule of bathing,” Gavril said. “If you can’t smell yourself anymore, it’s time to wash.

One man always makes a difference. Sometimes it’s a small one. Other times, he tips a war.

Let the Kez come,” Tamas roared. “Let them send their greatest generals after us. Let them stack the odds against us. Let them come upon us with all their fury, because these hounds at our heels will soon know we are lions!

I have the feeling you would much rather be on the front than in Adopest trying to win over the snakes in politics. At least here you’re allowed to shoot your enemies.

There is nothing that will make a man more desperate and more capable of violence than endangering his family.

God' is a funny word, it implies omnipotence and omniscience. Let me assure, I am neither.

At what point have you ever gotten the impression that there are good people in the royal cabal?" "You've given me that impression. Yes. You have." "Well, get past it. Because I'm not a good man. Not in the slightest. I just pay my debts.

He took my family,” Adamat said. “Blackmailed me, and he still has my wife and oldest son. I want to get them back, and then kill him slowly.” “A lot of violence planned, for a family man,” the eunuch said. Adamat leaned forward. “‘Family,’” he said. “Remember that word. There is nothing that will make a man more desperate and more capable of violence than endangering his family.

He had an honest face, though Adamat found that honest faces were almost always deceptive.

I pretended I was a Kez colonel pretending to be an Adran colonel,” Olem said. “It was disturbingly easy.” “They didn’t ask for papers or proof?” “In this rain?” Olem gestured at the downpour. “You don’t understand an enlisted man, sir. Nobody asks for bloody papers in this kind of weather.

Casi maté a un dios. Masacré a decenas de Privilegiados. Tal vez hayan sido más de cien. Perdí la cuenta. En la ausencia del mariscal de campo Tamas... Por cierto, ¿por qué me dijeron que está muerto? He oído de boca de un dios que no lo está. Ah, sí. El dios que tenemos en nuestro propio campamento. El dios que el alto mando hace como que no existe.

Promise me.” “No.” Etan’s eyes were glassy with tears. “Coward. If I were dying, you’d promise me. Because you wouldn’t have to answer to me then. But I’m not dying, and you won’t promise it. Bloody coward.

Don’t pretend to understand soldiers when you’ve never looked into another man’s eyes and seen that one of you would die.

Let them come upon us with all their fury, because these hounds at our heels will soon know we are lions!

No,” Beon said. “The story is not over yet. But the ending will be very sad regardless.

They spoke at the exact same moment: “Adamat, I need your help.” “Ricard, I need your help.

Creemos que a veces se necesita de un poco de magia para sobrevivir a la realidad.