Quotes from Ari Marmell

It was one of the primary rules of thievery. When hiding, sneaking, and trickery are all out, the correct answer is "run like hell.

Creation is quite impressionable. Everyone leaves a trail of their actions. And everyone, however wise, however powerful, however immortal, makes mistakes. All it requires is the patience to wait for them. And you'll find no one, in all Creation, quite so patient as Death.

Olgun! Wake up!" Her mind was filled with a sense of self-righteous and vaguely drowsy protest. "Sure you weren't, she needled at him. You were just practicing snoring, so you'd be sure to get it right later on, yes?" Olgun's response very strongly resembled an indignant snort.

Your sarcasm is unwelcome here, Horseman," the Crowfather rasped at him. "Pity. It seems determined to follow me everywhere.

Can I ask one more question?" Cateline repressed a sigh. "One more. Then you need to eat your supper." "If Davillon has so many gods, how come not one of them got off his butt and saved my mommy and daddy?!

Wow. Every time I think I've seen the far horizon of her lunacy, she sails right on over it...

I felt like I'd just discovered my last big glass of milk had actually come from a bull.

Genevieve hunched her shoulders against the storm of sound and fury and struggled to imagine a worse sort of hell. Widdershins, of course, seemed perfectly happy, but Widdershins was weird.

Why do half the people I meet try to hit me with something? Yeah, yeah, I know, you don't even have to say it. "Because, the other half don't know me that well yet.

And if, behind closed eyes, Cerris saw a face other than hers, a face so slightly younger, gazing at him sadly across a gulf of lost years and broken promises... Well, it would never hurt her if she never knew.

If even one of you takes so much as a single shot at that crow", he told them, his tone matter-of-fact, "then after you are dead, I will summon your spirits to provide me with the names of your siblings, your parents, and your children. And I will animate your corpses to murder them with your own hands".

She looked to be maybe fifteen, give or take a year or two; still somewhere in that nether realm between childhood and womanhood. Her hair, to judge by the few unsoiled strands he could see, was an earthy brown, and her eyes shone with a blue-green hue so liquid that he almost expected to see waves. A small, ever-so-slightly upturned nose sat in the center of a slender face.

She'd pushed it down, crushed it beneath the weight of stubborn determination, but still it haunted her at night, when such terrors shamble from their dens to torment innocent insomniacs.

Corvis smiled around a mouthful of venison, trying to catch the juices before they rolled down his chin. "I think you're being just a bit paranoid, Davro. Legends and superstition." "You'll change your tune quickly enough when some banshee's sucking your soul out through your pupils.

What in Urza's name

Just as it had done with the hills, the mountains, and the swamps, Ravnica had annexed and absorbed the world's lakes without so much as a hiccup.

Well…Shit." They were, as last words go, not terribly inspired. But

The celebration of Whatever the Hell Lurias Had to Celebrate was in full swing

That's the funny thing about stealing money---it always seems to be the rich people who have the most of it.