Quote by S.G. Night Download Open image ““I am Notak,” he answered in his dry, normal voice. “I kill Demons.”” — S.G. Night ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.0 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare
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“You’ve always wanted me. You know why? Because I don’t try to kill your demons. I run with them.” — Penelope Douglas Copy Share Image
“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 Copy Share
“Rachel scowled. “You’ve known Mrak longer than anyone alive. You know what I know — the things he's done, the things he hides from… — S.G. Night Copy Share Image
“Rachel snorted derisively. “You don’t seriously buy into all her prophetess hocus-pocus, do you?” “I do, actually,” Notak said, frowning. “She is the augur,… — S.G. Night Copy Share Image
“Hmm,” Joseph shrugged. “Good point. Who needs a caravan guard when you’ve got a Genshwin?” — S.G. Night Copy Share Image
“This will do,” Notak said. “I need to meet my colleague to discuss details. How much do you want for the map?” “Go ahead… — S.G. Night Copy Share Image
“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 Copy Share
“Oh, God in heaven, kill me now…” Rachel groaned. “I hate going to see Mrak. I always feel awkward going back to Velik Tor.… — S.G. Night Copy Share Image
“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 Copy Share
“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 Copy Share
“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 Copy Share
“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 Copy Share