Blood Tears Quotes by S.G. Night

“Forgive me, I have yet to introduce myself.” The Human spread his arms expansively and bowed in his chair. He made grand gestures at his stall full of paper, ink, charts, and graphing tools, like they were his subjects, and he their king. “I am Enoch Michelson, adept cartographer, recluse, and the lord and master of a tiny, dark corner…

— S.G. Night

“He has a story. A story worth more than my own beating heart. He has a name. A name that — if it were only uttered aloud, breathed out in the meekest, softest whisper — would shake the Cold to its arctic foundations. Cut it in half like an ignited sword. Tear it asunder, and cast it broken and crippled…

— S.G. Night

“His is the name of fire, the name that rides the whisper of the candlelight. His name was…is…Racath Thanjel. And this is his story. -The Penitent God”

— S.G. Night

“No one really knew who (or what) the Curator actually was, nor could anyone guess as to where he came from or why he stood guard over this gate. He was like the rainclouds outside or the sun behind them: you didn’t question where they came from or what they were doing, simply because they had always been there. Some…

— S.G. Night

“You had your chance. But that’s over now. No more antidotes. No more schedules. No more sickly-sweet order. No more cheating death. Your time has come, Felsted, and I am your angel. Follow me into the dark.” - Racath Thanjel”

— S.G. Night

“An upright spine is more valuable to me than favor.” - Racath Thanjel”

— S.G. Night

“She was always like that — it’s what I remember most about her. There was always something…wrong with Rachel. She was always permeated with some terrible resentment, like a cloak she wore around herself. In a way, it was fascinating. Beautiful…but terrifying. Make no mistake: I have seen greater power than hers, before and since. But hers…hers was different. And…

— S.G. Night