Nyphron Rising Quotes

"If so, it must be cowering or dead and Amilia imagined it rotting like a late autumn apple—that would explain the smell."

"This 'ill be another tenent withheld from yer pay," the rotund woman said. "Yer diggin' quite a hole, ain't you?"

"I didn't break it." Mistake number two, Amilia thought to herself.

"Go on," Edith enticed with a sweet tone, and then whispered in her ear, "lie ta me again."

"Ya hopin' ta catch the eye of the butcher? Maybe that saucy little man who delivers the wood?"

"It's not like I enjoy hurtin' ya." She pulled until Amilia winced. "But ya have ta learn."

"You're making a filthy puddle on the floor. Go away."

"What a miserable creature," she heard the lady say.

"I am Lady Constance," the noblewoman informed him. "In a moment I will be bringing the Empress Modina here."

"The empress!" Cora exclaimed as she raced for the pantry.

"Shut up!" the regent snapped, still holding up his fist.

"Congratulations, you are now the Imperial Secretary to the Empress."

"How is this possible? She's the empress. She's the daughter of a god and the high priestess of the church."

"Fine," she said at last and walked out of the cellar.

"They don't treat you very well, do they?" she said, carefully brushing back the mass of hair that lay across Modina's face.

"Can I tell you a secret? Now don't laugh…but…I'm really quite afraid of the dark."

"Good for you lassie," Ibis told her. He turned to Edith and added. "And I'd watch what you say now. Looks like you'll be washing that stack yourself."

"Well, the next batch will be better, when I have more time, but this should put some wind in her sails."

"It's good, isn't it?" She tipped another spoonful and this time saw Modina swallow.

"I would have liked to bring us some mattresses but they were heavy. Besides I didn't want to risk too much attention."

"So, how does one get to be empress anyway?" she asked. "They say you slew a monster that killed hundreds of knights."

"I just had this idea of who I would become, and being a worthless spy wasn't part of that plan."

"We're hardly worthless," Royce corrected him. "We've been making a good profit, especially lately."

"It's the fact that we're always lying. If that courier dies, it'll be our fault."

"We do it because it's what we're good at, and with the war Alric is willing to pay top fees for information."

"I pay them enough for miracles. I don't think it unreasonable to get what I pay for."

"It was unlawful to carry a blade in the presence of the king, but given he and Hadrian had twice saved Alric's life, Arista surmised the royal guards did not thoroughly search him."

"The truth doesn't matter. Everyone believes what the church tells them. They said you're a witch, so that makes it so."

"One truth doesn't refute another. Truth doesn't lie in the object, but in how we see it."

"Royce, listen to me. I mean it. I'm not going. There is nothing you can say to change my mind."

"Because, I am asking you to—as a favor. After this mission, if you still feel the same, I won't fight you and we can part as friends."

"I've got you, you'll be alright now," she told him before he passed out.

"Quiet you," the wizard scolded, looking over the top of his glasses, which rested at the end of his nose. "You hardly ever visit anymore, and you don't need to be impertinent when you do."

"This is Hadrian's medallion. The one his father gave him when he turned thirteen. Are you trying to test me for senility?"

"Hadrian's been moody lately. If I tell him, he'll want to fulfill his destiny—go find this long-lost heir and be his whipping boy."

"I don't have the Art to enchant objects to resist magic, nor can I use magic to seek people."

"So I think common sense decrees that an heir no longer exists…if he ever existed to begin with."

"Is it so impossible another unseen group is protecting him?"

"Be very careful. This is not some bit of jewelry you seek and he may be protected and hunted by men who will sacrifice their lives and use any means against you."

"It's a terrible book written by church propagandists. The perfect platform for you to stand on, don't you think?"

"I always find it interesting what paths my students take to reach me."

"I've never thought of chess as a game. To me it is more of a religion really."

"You know—I was really starting to believe she was mute."

"The world at your fingertips, so manageable, so defined. It has such simple rules, a near infinite number of possible paths, but only three outcomes."

"Wonderful," she told him, then turned her attention to Royce who was busy checking the horses' hooves. "We've come a long way today, haven't we? I don't think I've ever traveled so far so quickly. You keep a cruel pace."

"So much for ice sculptures." Hadrian chuckled.

"I'm staying," Arista said. It was only two words, but spoken with all the confidence of a princess accustomed to getting her way.

"Everyone, please take a seat," the thin man told them. He remained standing until they all sat.

"It's more of a proposition really," Royce replied.

"You've got a fine pair of eyes, you do," Wally said.

"How much better it was when they were silent."

"Travel with us long enough and you'll see we can find a use for just about anything."

"People think horses are stupid—dumb animals they call them, but they're not."

"The looser the better, they figure, because they don't really mind if you slide off."

"Horses don't like to have a saddle bound around their chest any more than I suspect you enjoy being trussed up in a corset."

"You can't be held accountable for what you do in your sleep."

"Regret was a curse without a cure, except to forget."

"We lost all illusions of you being prissy back in Sheridan."

"It's in Gaunt's best interest to see to her safety."

"You realize that with this job over, I am officially retired."

"It's time I faced that and got on with my life."

"I didn't recognize the heir…but I did recognize the guardian."

"I hope this letter will find you. It is important that you know there was a reason why you should never use the training for money or fame."

"The answers to riddles, to secrets and more are found in the middle of Legends and Lore."

"Don't you think I would have thought of that too? What do you take me for? Have you worked with me for twelve years because you think I'm stupid?"

"It's not that hard. It just takes a bit of confidence and the right tone of voice."

"Either of you gentlemen looking for companionship for the night?" called a destitute woman standing on a plank beneath the awning of a closed dry-goods shop. She flipped back her hair and smiled alluringly, revealing missing teeth.

"How about a nice bit of poultry for an evening meal?" another man asked, holding up a dead bird so thin and scraggly it was hardly recognizable as a chicken.

"It's true I tell you!" A young man with fiery red hair was saying loudly as he stood in the center of the common room. "My father was a Praleon Guard. He served on His Majesty's personal retinue for twenty years."

"The fire was set by Androus!" shouted the red-haired youth with great conviction. "He betrayed the king, killed the royal family, and took the crown so he could hand the kingdom over to the empress. Good King Urith would never have accepted annexation into the Empire, and those loyal to his name shouldn't either."

"Is there no place to find lodging for the night?" "I can't say that, just no place I know of," Ayers replied, and finally took a moment to wipe a sleeve over his face and clear the drop from his nose. "Maybe some folks will rent a room in their houses, but all the inns and taverns are packed. I've even started to rent floor space."

"Craftsmen could own their own shops instead of renting. Farmers would own their land and be able to pass it tax-free to their sons. Merchants could set their own rates, and taxes wouldn't be used to pay for foreign wars but instead used to clean up this town. We could pave the roads, tear down the vacant buildings, and put all the people of the city to work doing it. We would elect our own sheriffs and bailiffs, but they would have little to do for what crime could there be in a free city? Freemen with their own property have no cause for crime."

"The Empire took Rhenydd through deceit, murder, and trickery. I don't speak treason. I speak loyalty—loyalty to the monarchy. To sit by and let the Empire rape this kingdom and burn this city is treason and what's more it's foolhardy cowardice!"

"I'm but a poor soldier's son from in a destitute town. I can't afford honor." Again the crowd laughed. "I'm also a practical man who knows it's more important to win than to die—for honor is something that concerns only the living. But understand this, if you choose to fight me I'll kill you any way I can, the same as I'll try and save this city and its people any way I can. Honor and allegiance be damned!"

"You have an odd way about you. The way you walk, the way you sit. It is all very…precise, very clean—proper."

"We didn't know where you were since leaving Colnora, but I was hoping you would happen by this way. Now follow me."