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Lycans were incredibly dangerous. Their massive claws and vicious teeth were matched only by their inhuman strength and lightning speed. And of course, it only took a single bite or scratch to curse you.
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With another screech, the golem wrenched itself free of its wreckage and began to claw itself forward, trailing its ruptured spine. It was as if necromancy, not golem-magic, was pulling its strings.
Ben Galley
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Task knew all about skinbags and their money. There was pointless lunacy in the metal of coins, capable of driving a man to evil. He had often wondered why they simply didn’t manufacture more of it, and make everybody happier in the process.
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Insults fade after years of use, becoming blunt like battle-weary blades. Insults rely on probing the open wounds of shame and guilt. She had neither.
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She stepped slowly back, devoid of all emotion. There was no fondness in her eyes.
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I am not becoming someone different, I am simply getting to know the person I already am…
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A cold smile hovered on his face, as a snake would smile at a group of trapped mice.
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In a starving and beaten city, gold and silver could turn a man invisible.
Ben Galley
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Farden, I swear to the gods, I will carry you through this door myself if you don’t hurry up!
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They held firm, their courage bolstered by the powerful mage standing with them, pulsating with magick.
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For the brief moments the song lasted, it was pure joy, stirred up from deep within, in that place not a soul can find, not until it comes alive with music and laughter.
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I supposed when you had immortality to waste, spending it on books wasn’t such a bad idea. I saw the sense in it. Books – at least the good sort – were doors into worlds beyond our miserable own.
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I’ve been shot at, hacked at, pummelled with catapult-stones, doused in flaming oil, tipped into drowning-pits, even covered by a landslide. I’ve seen every kind of violence humans know how to wreak, and I have learnt that you are creatures beyond cruel, beyond vengeful, beyond dishonest. So, yes, Knight. You are all villains in my mind.
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What looks like magic is just science we don’t understand yet.
Ben Galley
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People say a story is a window into another mind, another world. I believe they are more mirrors that windows. In them, we glimpse ourselves dressed up as the characters. And like any reflection, the truth we see can be hard to swallow.
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As you can imagine I usually just end up eating my guests.
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Have we really reached a point where prejudice is the natural state of things, and tolerance is more alien than hatred?
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Trying to get answers from this creature was like manhandling a fat cow.
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The savagery of our distant ancestors survives just beneath the surface of our civility.
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Animals had purer, more ancient souls than we humans did, and for most of my life, I had privately held onto the notion that if animals ever learned to speak, they would melt our minds to shit with all the wisdom we’ve.
Ben Galley
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Alabast staggered over to the discarded clothes with startling accuracy, as if he had been fuelled by the alcohol. He had been considering that possibility more and more recently, and whether it was a sign to shape up. He shook the horrid thought from his head. He couldn’t get blind drunk on vegetables, exercise and a good night’s sleep.
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Hindsight is a beautiful thing, mage. The past is for the memory, the present is for the mind.
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People don’t like the reflection of what I am to them. I may be different, all stone and dust instead of skin and blood. But they still see themselves. Copied. Faked in stone. They see their Architect’s work in something that isn’t flesh, and they can’t help but be offended by it, scared by it. Fear breeds hate.
Ben Galley