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By AnonymSe Zbasnik
Damsels were women unable to do anything more complicated than get themselves captured by overgrown lizards with virgin fetishes.
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By AnonymSe Zbasnik
Don’t be stupid, Hayseed. You know there’s no such thing as justice. Bad guys win, good guys die. Good guys die a lot.
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By AnonymSe Zbasnik
He was king, if he didn’t have enemies he wasn’t doing it right.
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By AnonymSe Zbasnik
Hindsight isn’t a super power.
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By AnonymSe Zbasnik
I can die?” Hayley squeaked. “We can all die,” he said with a shrug. She pursed her lips at that. No shit, everyone can die, it’s that opposite part of living. But… “How likely is the dying part? Like…plague rips apart a village, or knock your head on a rock and maybe bleed from your eyeballs certain death?” “That,” the knight returned to his march through the masses, “depends entirely upon you.
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By AnonymSe Zbasnik
If you only practice sometimes, you shall only be somewhat good,” Gavin said. He may be some angel-demon on the battlefield, but his motivational speeches were like a wine-soaked aunt prattling on to her army of cats.
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By AnonymSe Zbasnik
People like her didn’t have homes, they had stones. Stones for beds, stones for food, stones for graves.
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By AnonymSe Zbasnik
She hated caring because all it did was make the bad things worse.
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By AnonymSe Zbasnik
Space: the gaping hole between land and other land.
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By AnonymSe Zbasnik
What should I carry?” she asked, her voice coming from someone else’s body. No way did Hayley — that street rat, that scoundrel, that criminal, that escaped slave — flat out ask what weapon she would carry into battle.
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By AnonymSe Zbasnik
You’re too much of a bitch to go gently into that good night.” “You should put that on a greeting card.
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