Patrick Weekes Quotes

Fortune favors the bold, though statistics favor the cautious.

Sorry I'm late!" came a voice from the night, along with what Tern recognized as the sound of someone coming sliding down a zipline. "Your mother always wants to cuddle after!

When all you are is a hammer, every problem starts to look like a nail.

Choosing to walk away from your culture's values is difficult," Icy added as Tern went back to work. "Once you realize that you cannot in good conscience follow the orders with which you were raised, you must find your own path.

Do you mean good as in ethical or good as in capable, Dairy?

That," said Kail, "was my mother.

Do you really think non-lethal force is still absolutely necessary?" Hessler yelled behind her. "They're people!" Tern shouted back, winching her crossbow. "I try not to kill people if I can help it!

Get you dead ass out of the sarcophagus and follow along," Tern muttered. "And no yelling for guards, and no continuing forward when we stop and then stomping all over us and crushing our spines and skulls under your undead feet because we didn't explicitly tell you not to do that.

So you can sense her aura and stuff, right?" Kail asked as he got to his feet. "So anything I say about her not being a unicorn--

You just stay careful." Tawyer prodded Kail with his truncheon. "Can't blame the warden for getting angry. Byn-kodar's hell, all she had to do was show a little respect!"
"Oh, damn, Tawyer, you're right," Kail said as he and Loch turned a corner on the pipe, their leg-chains protesting the uneven fittings with shrill screeches. "I guess she has to die. What was I thinking?

She said it with capital letters and everything.

You're growing up," Dairy said. "It makes you different, but you don't have to let it make you evil. It's hard, sometimes, and you'll make mistakes, but you'll be all right.

Oaths," Kail said, "are for people who are wealthy enough to afford them.

Because you alone are the spark that will burn clean and let the new growth come.

Hah! How does that work for you, you authoritarian oafs!" Hessler yelled. "Think of that next time you trifle with someone who makes his living understanding the fundamental forces of the universe!

Do you make a habit out of proclaiming things in ignorance?

Do you radiate cold magic when you punch people?" Kail asked.
"I do not engage in physical combat," Icy replied, taking a bite from his vegetable plate, "and I possess no elemental magic ability."
"Then why Icy Fist?"
"It is short for 'Indomitable Courteous Fist,' which is my full name."
"That's significantly less cool, Icy.

Oh, please," said Hessler. "It's your standard false duality designed to draw gullible believers into a world of monochromatic enemies and strip away any moral ambiguity - usually utilized by the ruling government to bolster whatever policies it wishes to implement.

You don't talk about how the job is going until the job is done ," Loch said.

You thought yourself the lynx, your claws gladly sheathed, but always, should you need them, they would extend from the tufted fur and velvet-soft paws to slash at any foe. But you are not the lynx. You are the caterpillar, transformed into a beautiful butterfly whose wings glitter with promse and whose touch helps the flower grow." Uluenia closed Desidora's hand. "But you have lost your jaws.

All of ye, weapons down!" he yelled. Even the most unruly of dwarves would have at least acknowledged the order, if not followed it. He did not wish to sound racist, but non-dwarves were often very uncivilized.

It was a bright thing to keep spinning in her mind, so that the wrenching useless grief lurking at the edge of every thought didn't have any reason to creep out of the shadows. "Right

What's your specialty?"
The wizard squinted. "What would you like my specialty to be?

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The others agreed that the gifts of the ancients and the gods were sometimes confusing, and Desidora did eventually decide to stay in.

You're a death priestess?" the man asked. His urge to have sex with her had diminished greatly, though not entirely. "Like, sacrificing babies and devouring souls to gain the power of daemons and all that?

And as Bi'ul leaped at him, a shimmering prism of rage, Dairy swung.
The world went black for one long moment, and there was only the sound of glass breaking, a glass containing all the oceans in the world, and those oceans held back the fires of a thousand suns, and it all burst forth in one massive wave of power that spread across creation in an instant.

When you report back to the Inquisitor . . ." His voice faltered. "Say that I am sorry.

Dairy laid a hand gently on her flank. "Captain Loch showed me the difference between is and should. She shouldn't be gone but she is..." She was still trembling. Tiny whiskers of breath barely made puffs of steam in the cold morning air. "But she shouldn't be. Someone needs to start should.

So... what's the trick?" At Loch's questioning look he sniffed. "You planning to run off under an illusion? Maybe your unicorn will fly you away? You've had an angle this whole time. I respect that. So... what's it going to be this time, young lady?"
"The trick," Loch said, drawing her blade, "is that this time, the young lady kicks your ass."
The first rays of dawn shimmered off their blades as steel met steel.

Trust is a more complex philosophical issue than the average layperson can understand.

My name, among our people, means 'slow arrow.' It comes from a story in which the god Fen'Harel was asked by a village to kill a great beast. He came to the beast at dawn, and saw its strength, and knew it would slay him if he fought it. So instead, he shot an arrow up into the sky. The villagers asked Fen'Harel how he would save them, and he said to them, 'When did I say that I would save you?' And he left, and the great beast came into the village that night and killed the warriors, and the women, and the elders. It came to the children and opened its great maw, but then the arrow that Fen'Harel had loosed fell from the sky into the great beast's mouth, and killed it. The children of the village wept for their parents and elders, but still they made an offering to Fen'Harel of thanks, for he had done what the villagers had asked. He had killed the beast, with his cunning, and a slow arrow that the beast never noticed.

Kutesosh gajair'is." It was a bare whisper.

"Such simple phrases. I destroy the enemy. I protect life. And my personal favorite - "

"Kun-kabynalti osu fuir'is."

"None shall die while I watch over them. The irony is so beautiful." Elkinsair wiped at his eyes.