Fear is leaden. Courage is golden. Let go of the weight of the world, and you will fly.
Jacob studied the iron graveyard, where every vehicle was its own gravestone. He drove slowly through, as if he was afraid to wake the dead. That was not it though. The general made it clear that they should fear the living.
Sometimes all the players get a bad hand. You just have to be determined enough to see the game through.
It was as much a battle of wits and words as it was of mitts and swords.
He could feel the Great Iron War coming to an end now, but he no longer had his finger on the button. The curtains of the world were about to close, and the play of life would soon be over. There would be no applause.
A new age is approaching, and its advent might make us pray to go back to the days of the trenches. Once the Worldwaker goes off, we will never be able to sleep again.
That youthful enthusiasm for the Resistance was killed off quick in new recruits, if they were not killed off first.
The thought had crossed my mind, that in order to save this world from Hell, I might have to become the Devil.
There are always periodic opportunities to give up, while every single moment is an opportunity to persevere.
Darkness gathered there, smothering out the sunlight. As the fleet headed towards it, it threatened to smother them too.
His eyes were like galaxies, and everyone could get lost in them. How many stars flickered there, no one knew, but every time he glanced upon someone, a new star ignited, a new star was caught in the gravity of his stare.
They began their climb, already weary, and the sun tried to steal whatever strength they had left. It was another god, a forgotten god, who gave a daily reminder, and was forgotten again each night.
He had no big plan for this. He had not prepared for the day when he would be fighting his own work. He had not plotted against his own plots.