Quotessence
Home / Quotes / Quote by Kevin Hearne

Quote by Kevin Hearne

“When you're in the middle of a killing field and the fucking Chooser of the Slain tells you to do something, you do it.”

Quote by Kevin Hearne

Book:Hounded

Work

Hounded

Browse quotes and source details for this work. more

Author

Kevin Hearne
Kevin Hearne

Kevin Hearne, born on December 9, 1970, is an American novelist known for his fantasy and adventure novels. His works are highly appreciated by readers for their blend of mythology, history, and humor. more

You May Also Like

“But this part of me...' Mor wiped at her tears with her free hand. 'It didn't matter as much, when my family disowned me. When they called me a whore and a piece of trash. When they hurt me. Because those things... they weren't part of me. Weren't true, and weren't... intrinsic. They couldn't break me because... because they never touched that innermost part of me. They never even guessed. But I hid it... I've hidden it because...' She tilted back her head, looking skyward. 'Because I live in terror of my family finding out- and shaming me, hurting me about this one thing that has remained wholly mine. This one part of me. I won't let them... won't let them destroy it. Or try to.”

“The growth of a passion is a very peculiar thing. In highly organized intellectual and artistic types it is so often apt to begin with keen appreciation of certain qualities, modified by many, many mental reservations. The egoist, the intellectual, gives but little of himself and asks much. Nevertheless, the lover of life, male or female, finding himself or herself in sympathetic accord with such a nature, is apt to gain much.”

“What thought engendered the spirit of Circe, or gave to a Helen the lust of tragedy? What lit the walls of Troy? Or prepared the woes of an Andromache? By what demon counsel was the fate of Hamlet prepared? And why did the weird sisters plan ruin to the murderous Scot? Double, double toil and trouble, Fire burn and cauldron bubble. In a mulch of darkness are bedded the roots of endless sorrows - and of endless joys. Canst thou fix thine eye on the morning? Be glad. And if in the ultimate it blind thee, be glad also! Thou hast lived.”