“The stone remembers blood… but the slime remembers fear.”
“When the clattering stops, look up. That’s when he’s already chosen.”
“Breathe, little storms of flesh. The rot remembers you… and I remember the rot.”
“Death is not the enemy. It is the trespasser who digs its pockets that earns my wrath.”
“If it fizzes, that’s good. If it smokes, that’s better. If it walks away on its own… take notes and then run.”
“I know where the rarest cures grow. I also know what kind of monsters they grow on.”
“If a cure can save thousands, do we have the right to keep it hidden where only dozens drink?”
“Bones knit on their own given time. Hearts don’t. That’s where the real work lies.”
“You don’t see Gorgadrith’s lair. You see the part of the world she hasn’t eaten yet.”
“The paladin raised his gleaming sword… and the bug looked at it the way a starving man looks at soup.”
“You may pass, soft-walkers… once the stones in your pockets have sung for me.”
“You hear the stone screaming before you see the eyes… and by then, it’s already too late to think straight.”