“Quite unwittingly I saved the lives of twenty enemies of the Stranglers scheduled to be tortured and murdered during the night. The priests freed them to tell the world that the Deceivers were real and had found their messiah, that… — Glen Cook Copy Share Image
“I cry for a little girl's dreams. I cry because the dreams will not die, though I am powerless to make them come true.” — Glen Cook Copy Share Image
No religion I ever encountered made any sense. None are consistent. Most gods are megalomaniacs and paranoid psychotics by their worshippers' description. I don't… — Glen Cook Copy Share Image
“There are no self-proclaimed villains, only regiments of self-proclaimed saints. Victorious historians rule where good or evil lies. We abjure labels. We fight for… — Glen Cook Copy Share Image
Evil is relative…You can’t hang a sign on it. You can’t touch it or taste it or cut it with a sword. Evil depends… — Glen Cook Copy Share Image
“The Lady was medicine bad enough. The Dominator, though, was the body of which her evil was but a shadow. Or so the legend… — Glen Cook Copy Share Image
“About you and me, Croaker and his gang, the Lady, Silent, Darling. About all the things we had in common but still couldn’t get along.” “I didn’t see all that much you had in common. Not once you got past having the same enemies.” “Neither did I for a long time. And none of them saw it, either. Else we… — Glen Cook Copy Share
The people come from everywhere, from five hundred miles, to find their fortunes. By fortune is an ugly, two-faced goddess. When you have lived… — Glen Cook Copy Share Image
“Closer at hand, the wheeling gulls were as surly and lackadaisical as the day promised to make most men.” — Glen Cook Copy Share Image
A world ought to have a few genuine good guys, and not just a spectrum of people running from bad to worse. — Glen Cook Copy Share Image
I believe in our side and theirs, with the good and evil decided after the fact, by those who survive. Among men you seldom… — Glen Cook Copy Share Image
Soldiers live. He dies and not you, and you feel guilty, because you're glad he died, and not you. Soldiers live, and wonder why. — Glen Cook Copy Share Image
