Brom Quotes

Your dreams are your spirit, your soul and without them your are dead. You must guard your dreams always. Always. Lest someone steal them away from you. I know what it is to have your dreams stolen. I know what it is to be dead. Guard your dreams. Always guard your dreams.

He saw Krampus grinning at him and knew then that the Yule Lord was right, he could no more quit music than breathing, and while he needed air to live, he needed music to truly be alive.

Had not enough gone wrong?

For Peter's smile is a most contagious thing.

My tale doesn't end there, for the end has yet to be written.

How will I make a people who do not understand the power of belief believe? And without their belief Mother Earth will wither and Yuletide will fade ... and so, too will I ... like all the spirits and gods before me.

Open your eyes to the magic around you.

Almost lost you," he thought, surprised to find himself blinking back tears. "Been through too much, me and you. We're going to finish this thing together.

Christians. They're determined to rid the land of any who worship the Horned One. Murdering all the druids, burning the temples, sometimes whole villages, and knocking over the standing stones."
The Lady's face hardened. "This god of peace and love certainly likes to bathe the land in blood.

Did he dare trust this insane boy?

Krampus found me, forced me into servitude - me, the son of Odin, a slave to a low-cast demon. I did not care, did not feel. Hollow of heart and soul, I came to believe this to be my fate, my penance, that I had been spared to bear torment not just for my own vanity and arrogance, but for that of all my forebears.

The dead should not speak, for their words smell of rot

But he was sick of this charade. Sick of watching people lose a little more of their humanity each day, and sick to death of seeing people tortured in the name of God. What had happened to these people?

My name's Peter. Can I play too?

Everything comes with a price. Everything. Some things just cost more than others.

Wanted, a pretty lie, and they believed, because a pretty lie is easier to believe than an ugly truth.

Growing up can really suck, he thought. And bad things sure as shit do happen to good people and for the most part the world just doesn't give a crap.

Just be careful what you say. Don't upset him."
"You mean the Grumpus guy?"
"It's Krampus.

And may God be merciful, because these twisted men will not.

Peter's face clouded. Everything comes at a price. Or have you not learned that yet?

Men-kind shared this world for but a blink, then, sadly, they became enlightened, found science and religion. The new world of men left little room for magic or the magical creatures of old. Earth's first children were driven into the shadows by flame and cold iron, by man's insatiable need of conquest.

Spain?" Jesse said and glanced about at the others, but they looked equally perplexed. "Spain?" "Yes, to Baldr's castle. Where did you think he lived? The North Pole?

You can never be done with music. No more than you can be done with breathing. The day you quit is the day you die.

When Peter sets his mind to a thing," Tanngnost thought, "far be it from reason to stop him.

Free your spirit.

Enough talk," Peter said, and his eyes flashed. "It's time to turn you three into killers.

You are free. The world is yours. got take it.

For the world is a hard place and nothing comes without a price.

That's the spirit, one part brave, three parts fool.

What will happen, will happen.

Some things can never be left behind.

Help her," Peter pleaded. "Do something. You have ways. Your potions. Your medicines. Do something.

Don't let them win. Don't let them beat you. Don't let them steal your magic.

She laughed and said not to confuse pride with nobleness.

Krampus's voice trailed off, he glanced at Jesse. Jesse's head lay on his shoulder, his eyes closed; there came no sign of breath.
"It appears I am talking to myself." Krampus crossed his arms atop his chest and grunted.

Santa Claus ran his finger across the rough parchment, lightly tracing the inscription below. "Charity unto others brings its own reward," he whispered.

But Peter had seen too much, knew too well that men-kind didn't need an excuse to be cruel and murder one another.

Demon or not, it didn't matter, suffering was everywhere he looked.

Julio was willing to bet that Officer "I've Seen It All" Mac had never seen a horde of black-skinned demons wearing rags and armor and carrying swords and spears, dragging a naked woman and a chubby boy by a rope. No, he was willing to bet his left nut that even officer Mac had never seen such a thing.

Let's play," Peter said.

Does mankind truly hate itself? How can one surmount such irreverence?

Back, devil! Return thee to Hell!"
The beast rolled its eyes. "I am not a devil, fool. Do you ever wonder why you seek the Devil with such vigor? I shall tell you. Because you cannot face your own wickedness. The truth is there is no Devil making you torture, rape, murder, and sodomize one another, or making you destroy the very land that feeds you. There is only you. So look at yourself, for you are the only devil in this room.

Peter stood, cleared his throat, and began to hum softly, then sing, slowly building up the song as his voice cleared. He found the old tune, the song of the Sunbird. And as he sung, as his rich voice echoed off the tall cliffs, the birds and the faeries lent him their voice and soon the tune drifted throughtout the garden.

Something's just not right," he said, shaking his head, "not by a long shot.

If you don't learn to laugh at life it'll surely kill you, that I know.

Krampus reached over and wiggled one of the nails protruding from Jesse's leg.
"Ow, fuck!" Jesse cried. "Watch it. Goddamn, what's wrong with you?"
"You still live."
"Yeah ... I still live. Lucky me.

Steady," Peter said, not losing a step. "Have to keep steady or all is lost.

Peter finds the lost, the left-behind, the abused. Is that not why you are here? Did Peter not save you?

I am your forest, your earth, your eternity. I am your life. I am your death. I am all things forever and always. Love me. Love me. Forever love me.

Stop your weeping. Grief is for the dead.

Go and play. Run around. Build something. Break something. Climb a tree. Get dirty. Get in some trouble. Have some fun.

Santa Claus and all his little presents tend to get in the way of God's message."
"As can religion," Santa replied.

I think he's real," the boy said.
"Me, too," the girl agreed.
"Well," the mom said. "If enough folks believe in a thing, I guess it becomes real enough. Don't it?