“Masses of warring men animated the horizon, crashing into stubborn ranks, churning in melee. The air didn’t so much thunder as hiss… — R. Scott Bakker Copy Share Image
“He saw clearly now why he so loved this species of war. On the field of battle, his every act was open… — R. Scott Bakker Copy Share Image
“Do not mistake me, Inrithi. In this much Conphas is right. You are all staggering drunks to me. Boys who would play… — R. Scott Bakker Copy Share Image
“Like a stern father, war shames men into hating their childhood games.” — R. Scott Bakker Copy Share Image
You know nothing of war. War is dark. Black as pitch. It is not a God. It does not laugh or weep.… — R. Scott Bakker Copy Share Image
“The Men of the Ordeal do not march to save the World, Proyas--at least not first and foremost. They march to save… — R. Scott Bakker Copy Share Image
Everyone thinks they've won the Magical Belief Lottery. Everyone thinks they more or less have a handle on things, that they, as opposed to… — R. Scott Bakker Copy Share Image
I tell you, guilt dwells nowhere but in the eyes of the accuser. This men know even as they deny it, which is why… — R. Scott Bakker Copy Share Image
“When a man possesses the innocence of a child, we call him a fool. When a child possesses the cunning of a man, we… — R. Scott Bakker Copy Share Image
“I am a warrior of ages, Anasurimbor ... ages. I have dipped my nimil in a thousand hearts. I have ridden both against and… — R. Scott Bakker Copy Share Image
“The vulgar think the God by analogy to man and so worship Him in the form of the Gods. The learned think the God… — R. Scott Bakker Copy Share Image
There was such a difference, he thought, between the beauty that illuminated, and the beauty that was illuminated. — R. Scott Bakker Copy Share Image
Complexity begets ambiguity, which yields in all ways to prejudice and avarice. Complication does not so much defeat Men as arm them with fancy. — R. Scott Bakker Copy Share Image
“Sorweel: „Then how can we hope to resist him?“ Harweel: „With our swords and our shields. And when those fail us, with spit and… — R. Scott Bakker Copy Share Image
“He struck his own fire, listened to the night wind roar through the trees. Sometimes, when he could see it, he stared at the… — R. Scott Bakker Copy Share Image
“That hope is little more than the premonition of regret. This is the first lesson of history.” — R. Scott Bakker Copy Share Image
“For all things there is a toll. We pay in breaths, and our purse is soon empty.” — R. Scott Bakker Copy Share Image
