Morning Star Quotes

"Share the load, darling. This one’s on me."

"I wish Roque would have thought he was going to a better world. But he died believing only in Gold, and anything that believes only in itself cannot go happily into the night."

"Fear no more the heat o’ the sun Nor the furious winter’s rages, Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta’en thy wages; Golden lads and girls all must As chimney sweepers come to dust"

"Roque always did dress up a place. Unfortunately he’s got the taste of a ninety-year-old orchestra first chair."

"I never was fond of irony. Whisky, on the other hand…we never had a quarrel we couldn’t solve."

"You and I aren’t like Roque or Virginia. We’re not nuanced creatures. All you have is thunder. All I have, lightning. Remember that dumb shit we used to say when we would paint our faces and ride about like idiots? It’s the deepspine truth. We can only obey what we are. Without a storm, you and I? We’re just men. But give us this. Give us conflict…how we rattle and roar."

"I was an uncle once. I was good at that."

"Aren’t you afraid you’re going to break everything and not be able to put it back together?"

"Bitch captured. Kavax free. Victory mine."

"Apologies. Deepest apologies. I cannot stop being captured."

"Don’t you know I’ve magic in my veins?"

"You weeping little cow. Pick your chin up. You’re embarrassing your scar."

"I’m dead. You said it yourself. I can try to deny it, but…my sister makes me look like the village cat. I shot her in the spine and played acid drip with her back for almost a year. She’s going to peel me like an onion."

"Howl on, little Thistle."

"I want you to know, you’re doing good. I know you didn’t ask. And I’m just a grunt. But you are."

"Children, await my summons. If I fall, come with all fury."

"just because a lion lets you pet it doesn’t mean it’s tame."

"There’s moments in life where you’re walking ahead so intent on your task that you forget to look down until you feel knee-deep in quicksand."

"I have seen the works of these people. I have seen the war they make. The ships they sail. Words will not suffice. These Golds speak one language. And that is the language of blood. And so long as they live. So long as they speak, my people will not be safe. The power they have is too great."

"I have seen the heavens, I have seen the hells, and I know now that our future is war,"

"They do not know the spirit in Cassius, the nobility of a man who would have given his life for his family, but was cursed to live while they all died. They see a monster. A seven-foot-tall former god now mostly naked, humbled, strangling on his own hubris. I see a man trying his best in a world that doesn’t give a shit. It breaks my heart."

"Darrow’s wife…” Sevro croaks, larynx damaged. “His wife,” he says more deeply. “And my father never met. But they shared a dream. One of a free world. Not built on corpses, but on hope. On the love that binds us, not the hate that divides. We have lost many. But we are not broken. We are not defeated. We fight on. But we do not fight for revenge for those who have died. We fight for each other. We fight for those who live. We fight for those who don’t yet live."

"We are the new age. The new world. And if we’re to show the way, then we better damn well make it a better one. I am Sevro au Barca. And I am no longer afraid."

"I mean, gotta stop the cycle somewhere. Sucks, but dad’s gone. No sense burning down the world to try and bring him back. You know? Cassius didn’t kill dad because he hated him. They were both soldiers doing what soldiers do."

"Today I’d rather be a Barca. Presuming you don’t have a problem with that and I don’t have to become proportionally diminutive."