That’s the trouble with science. It has to explain beauty. It can’t just let it be.

And exactly how does a miserable face help the war effort?” he asked sharply, his mood beginning to change. “Will a frown bring back the dead or fortify a town? If I allow myself to laugh in the face of misery, I rest my mind from the stress of it all, and then it’ll work the better for you and your war. And if I’m really to be one of your advisers, Your Majesty, accept this piece of advise: Take happiness where and when you find it, because there is going to be precious little of it in the next few months!

Is it possible to be born old? Because I certainly feel it sometimes. How can we hope to stand against unstoppable progress; how can we possibly win a war against the forces of science?

Madness was only a handicap only if you couldn’t control its irrationalities.

To a happy war!? laughter echoed with all the insane glee of an army of psychopaths.

Sharley felt his strength ebbing away, and his weak leg throbbed painfully, but then a tingling sensation thrilled through his frame and the fighting blood of the Lindenshield clan began to roar through his veins. He drew breath and out crashed the war cry of the icemark...

Only fools skirmish in their backyard when war is knocking down their front door.

There’s no such thing as an evil race, just evil circumstances that make people do evil things.

One of the most important lessons she’d recently learned was that looking strong and confident was sometimes all the people required of you.

A conflagration always made such a nice backdrop to a battle. Fire made everything so much more joyously apocalyptic.