A celebration of insignificance, Is that all we are in the end? And one day I’ll just be one more of those… — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
The soul knows no greater anguish than to take a breath that begins with love and ends with grief. — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
The only consistent narrative we possess is one that we share with every other life-form: we are born, we live, and then… — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
“The Lady takes most mortals unto her bosom by maladies of the colon.” “Death by constipation?” — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
Do mortal fools still measure the increments leading to their deaths, wagering pleasures against costs, persisting in the delusion that deeds have… — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
“Dying left no details behind, after all. And most certainly, nothing like absolution awaited the fallen. Absolution comes from the living, not… — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
And in the city on all sides, the howling of the Hounds rose in an ear-shattering, soul-flailing crescendo. The Lord of Death… — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
“Worse, this vast sense of loss … without the ability to trust – anyone. Without that, what do I see in the… — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
“He drew a ragged breath. 'You ...' Felisin waited, hoping the life would flee this husk, flee it now, before— 'You ...… — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
“Death and dying makes us into children once again, in truth, one last time, there in our final wailing cries. More than… — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
“If we are to live,’ Rake went on, ‘we must take risks. Else our lives become deaths in all but name. There… — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
“Is that all we mortals are? The victims of tortured irony to amuse an insane murder of gods? A murder of crows,… — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
Survivors do not mourn together. They each mourn alone, even when in the same place. Grief is the most solitary of all… — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
“Death. Now, that was an interesting notion. One that, perhaps, he should have been more familiar with than any other being, but… — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
“This is Quick Ben’s game, O Elder. The bones are in his sweaty hands and they have been for some time. Now,… — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
“Among the Rhivi of North Genabackis, there was a saying. A man who stirs awake the serpent is a man without fear.… — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
“The Twins stood on their tower as the slaughter began below and the knuckles bouncing wild to their delight, now turned sudden… — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
“Death’s precipice, whether first glimpsed from afar or discovered with the next step, was ever a surprise. A promise of the sudden… — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
“Death is not an unkind fate,’ Darist said above him. ‘If she was a friend, you will miss her company, and that… — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
“Death and dying makes us into children once again, in truth, one last time, there in our final wailing cries. More than… — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
“A pointless, senseless death.’ ‘They’re all pointless and senseless, friend. Until the living carve meaning out of them. What are you going… — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
“If you never knew the worlds in my mind your sense of loss would be small pity and we’ll forget this on… — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
“There is something profoundly cynical, my friends, in the notion of paradise after death. The lure is evasion. The promise is excusative.… — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
“We’d thought the same, once. We’d deceived ourselves into thinking we were the masters, that every force bowed to our command. And… — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
“My flesh is stone. My blood rages hot as molten iron. I have a thousand eyes. A thousand swords. And one mind.… — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
“If we are to live ... we must take risks. Else our lives become deaths in all but name. There is no… — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
Show me a god that does not demand mortal suffering. Show me a god that celebrates diversity, a celebration that embraces even… — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
Death cannot be struggled against, brother. It ever arrives, defiant of every hiding place, of every frantic attempt to escape. Death is… — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
Name none of the fallen, for they stand in our place, and stand there still in each moment of our lives. Let… — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
I love you still, but with your death I succumbed to a kind of infatuation. I convinced myself that what you and… — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
“No matter, they weren’t going anywhere. Never again. Two skeletons buried beneath a dead city. No more fitting a barrow for a warrior of… — Steven Erikson Copy Share
“I was reminded ... the way that wood crumbles into dissolution.’ ‘The release of energy. Perhaps a better way of seeing it.’ ‘Such release… — Steven Erikson Copy Share
“I am here to arrest your manservant. The one named Bugg.’ ‘Oh, now really, his cooking isn’t that bad.” — Steven Erikson Copy Share
The more civilized a nation, the more conformed its population, until that civilization's last age arrives, when multiplicity wages war with conformity. The former… — Steven Erikson Copy Share
“People in great need were quick to find blame in themselves, quick to assume the burden of guilt for things they in truth had… — Steven Erikson Copy Share
“Envy shrugged. 'Can no value be found in good intentions?' 'What, precisely, are you trying to justify? And to me, or yourself?' She glared,… — Steven Erikson Copy Share
Any reasonable ruler would have the expectation and the demand the other way round. — Steven Erikson Copy Share
“The existance of many gods conveys true complexity of mortal life. Conversely, the assertion of but one god leads to a denial of complexity,… — Steven Erikson Copy Share
“All right, shadow-priest, you've been spying — on what? What state secrets have you learned watching me groom these horses?' 'Only that they hate… — Steven Erikson Copy Share
“There is nothing wrong with where we are, how we are. You spit on satisfaction, leaving you always unsettled and miserable. I am a… — Steven Erikson Copy Share
It is an extraordinary act of courage,' said Tulas Shorn, 'to come to know a stranger's pain. — Steven Erikson Copy Share
“I admit,’ said Spite, ‘to a certain melancholy when visiting vibrant cities, as is this Darujhistan. A long life teaches one just how ephemeral… — Steven Erikson Copy Share
All art is an intensely vulnerable gesture, and it is made with no small amounts of risk, and fear. So, I have plenty of… — Steven Erikson Copy Share
“People who make up their minds about something never listen to advice - especially when it's to the contrary.” — Steven Erikson Copy Share
