Mark Clark Jr

“Does he have ears like a bunny, too?” “He does, yes.” For once the druin didn’t bridle at the association. “But his are droopy, because he is very old.” Cura found a smirk and slapped it on. “You know what else droops when it gets old?” “What?” Wren chirped. “Yes, please,” said Freecloud dryly. “Tell my five-year-old daughter what else droops when it gets old.” “Oh … um …” Cura wilted under the druin’s glare. “Flowers?”
― Nicholas Eames, Bloody Rose

“Conthas burned to the ground. Apparently, this is a regular occurrence. Every few decades or so a fire goes unchecked and razes the entire city to ash. The locals think of it as a time of renewal. A chance to start over, to sweep away the old and build something new.

New taverns, for instance. New pubs, new scratch-dens; new gambling holes and fighting pits. New ale-houses, dice-houses, tap-houses, and whore-houses. From what I understand, Conthas is like some drug-addled, sex-crazed, booze-swilling phoenix that refuses to stay dead.”
― Nicholas Eames, Bloody Rose

“Some people knew how to kill a conversation. Cura, on the other hand, could make it wish it had never been born.”
― Nicholas Eames, Bloody Rose

“You want a thing when you can't have it. When you get it you suddenly sprout doubts. Then when you think you might lose it you find you need it worse than ever.”
― Joe Abercrombie, Half the World