Quotes from Steven Erikson

Guilt will do that.

Honourable Murillo is dead

The castellan is bundled like a corpse and you don't find that somewhat unusual?' 'Could be afraid of the sun or something. No reason to be suspicious. You never met any strange people in your day, Tor?' And Torvald Nom glanced across at Scorch, and found he had no reply to that at all.

When curses collide, you might say. Flaws and virtues, the many faces of fateful obsession, of singular purpose. Powers and wills are drawn together, as if one must by nature seek the annihilation of the other. Thus, you and Icarium are now here, and we are moments from a dreadful convergence, and it is my fate to witness. Helpless unto desperate madness. Fortunately for my own sake, I have known this feeling before.

peace would settle on his soul.

The eye looks past the target, to where the weapon is intended to reach. When it fails, shock thunders through the body. Every muscle, every bone. I can't even remember the last time it so utterly failed.

Plan on living for ever, Kallor?' 'Yes, I do.' 'What if your stupidity gets you killed?' Kallor's grin was feral. 'It hasn't yet.' Skintick glanced back again, eyes bright, and all at once he laughed. 'I am changing my mind about you.

There was a smudge of motion in the grasses, about twenty paces distant. "That dog. Hood knows what it's up to." [...] 'Your beast is wandering out there'. 'I know. Every night. As if looking for something. I think it might be ... Coltaine. Looking for Coltaine. And it breaks my heart, sir.

The measure of the perfect theft is when the victim remains blissfully unaware that he or she has been stolen from.

This endless howl no one else even hears.

The Son of Darkness, a lone brow raised, slowly turned to regard the High King. 'What else, Kallor,' he said in a low, calm voice, 'keeps my blade from your black heart… if not sentiment?

Errant's horse-humped earhole, what the fuck is this?

We are not born innocent, simply unmeasured." "And, presumably, immeasurable as well." "For a few years at least. Until the outside is inflicted on the inside, then the brutal war begins.

Why not under the moon," the historian muttered. "Cool night air, stars high overhead with every spirit looking down. Now that would ensure success!" Bult

To lie with a lover was to celebrate the creation of fire. From this in the flesh to the world beyond.

No life's path is bloodless. Spill that of those blocking your path. Spill your own. Struggle on, wade the growing torrent with all the frenzy that is the brutal unveiling of self-preservation. The macabre dance in the tugging currents held no artistry, and to pretend otherwise was to sink into delusion.

I dwelt a long time in the House of Death, tormented by the truth that I failed to achieve what I most wanted in my life. That sense, of terrible incompleteness, overwhelmed me many times. But now I stand with you, my brother, and I will fall in your stead if I can in this battle to come. Oblivion does not frighten me – I see only its blessed release.

The dead speak in silences and so never leave us in peace.

Misery loves - needs - company. There is nothing altruistic in sharing.

he has every confidence in my ability to extricate ourselves from this situation.' 'Glad to hear it,' said Emancipor. 'Uh, exactly how do you plan on doing that, by the way?' 'Well, first of all, I shall set the horses on fire.' 'Oh.

The end,' Senior Assessor said, 'is never what you imagine. Be comforted by that, my friends.

If I am a clerk, then one prophecy will prove true.' 'Oh, and which one would that be?' Cotillion asked, seemingly amused that Karsa was capable of speech. 'The tyranny of the number counters will be a bloody one.

Tattersail loved the man. As a friend, of course. Nothing serious, nothing frightening in the love for a friend.

Udinaas could not decide which of the two was the more pathetic. Seeing them, as he did now, they both broke his heart, and there seemed no way to distinguish between the two. As if grief had flavours .