The Kingdom of Liars

We’re all selfish monsters— the only difference is some of us are more honest about it than others.

He told me that everything I was afraid of in the dark was also there in the light. The only difference was the way it looked.

A name does not make the man, just like a lie does not tell the full story.

I don’t want to be remembered . . . I just want to live without fear.

How can I even begin to understand the nature of power when no one shares a common definition of it?

I don't have friends—only accomplices and enemies. You'd be amazed at how often they change sides.

Your life,” she began, voice rising, “is important. All our lives are important— from the guards in my keep to the dye pit workers on the East Side. Don’t throw it away just because you’re angry at some bitch in red and grey. What would your father think of that? If you want to stop her, change the country. Ensure that we never see another rebellion like this again. If you’re angry with the Corrupt Prince, aid the princess so he never sees the throne. You are a Kingman, and sacrificing your life would be pointless and cowardly. Do you understand me? Or should I explain it again?

Are you a Kingman or a coward?

We're all selfish monsters—the only difference is some of us are more honest about it than others.

My body hurt. And that confused me; I had always assumed there would be no pain in death. It made sense everyone had been wrong about that. Who wanted to think death would bring more pain? Life is cruel enough.

I had tried to play according to everyone else's rules and failed. Now everyone was going to play by mine.

The rebels had no need for stealth, some of them even chanting about useless kings, corrupt nobility, the price of bread, and the need for the commoners to take back what was owed to them. I took their ideals less seriously every time I passed a body in the streets. If they wanted a revolution and a restructuring of power, killing the people who never had power to begin with wasn't the way to do it.

You remember him as a hero, so none of it makes sense for you. But you can remember him like that without caring what others think. No parent is perfect, and growing up is realizing that.

No one used my family against me to accomplish their own goals. Not even God or an Immortal.

Fathers are like that,” Dark said, almost as if he was talking to himself. “Always disappointing their children when they need them the most.

I am a Mercenary. Do you not understand what that means?”“I’m known for my persistence, not my intelligence.

You perceive yourself as clever, but you’re just like that rock.”“Oh, do I mature when I’m under pressure?”“No,” he declared. “You’re lying about yourself to the world. You’re a child who’s never grown up. But, unlike me, you can change that. If you stop complaining so much.

I don’t have friends— only accomplices and enemies. You’d be amazed at how often they change sides.

Only one of those bottles over there held vodka. Please, do you really think that’s what I’m like when I’m drunk? I’m a functioning alcoholic, not a child.

He was pissed and threatened to cut off my cock and feed it to my friends while I watched. Obviously, we didn’t reach an honest agreement.