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1 " You aren’t pretty enough to be this stupid, girl.” Commanded Moid as he closed in on Elizabeth. “What did you think running from us would accomplish? You’ll find no hope in these caves. "
― L.P. Cowling , Owenoak (Owenoak, #1)
2 " The appearance of the screaming golden skulls that decorate the armor of their various stages – faces of the tormented victims, plaid in gold, those made as offerings to summon the Harbinger itself. "
― L.P. Cowling , Notes From The Monster Cartographer: Combined Edition
3 " Do not trust their words.Challenge them to a staring contest, at the sun.That is the true measure of a man.The willingness to ruin oneself to prove. "
― L.P. Cowling , Infinite
4 " You speak so easily of war, when so many of your brothers and sisters lie dead at the bottom of the ocean, at the hands of the King’s navy. That is war.”“When the maggot infested, mouldy bread runs out, and you’re so desperate for food that you daydream about finding a rat to cook, and stare contemplative at your fingers. That is war.”“When you’re conscripted, spend years killing people, for a king, who look just like you, and come home to find your wife in bed with a man who dodged the call of battle. That is war.”“When your people, your kind and everyone you love are hunted down and butchered like pigs in their sleep whilst they lay abed, just because of their ancestry. That is war.”“When mothers put their daughters to the sword, rather than letting the victors have them as spoils of war. That is war.”“When your wife fades away in your arms, simply because you and your kind have been labelled persons of interest for the knife. That is war.”“When you sacrifice everything so that your daughter might live a better life, away from persecution, prejudice and fear, and then she is taken from you anyway. That is war. "
― L.P. Cowling , Gearpox (Remnants of Magic Cycle Book 1)
5 " friends are so much work,so much upkeep.i don’t know how you do it,or even why.you charge your phone at night,but never yourself.you were not born introverted,is that your gift?it’s wednesday,i’m tired already.how do you look forward to things?how is that your release?authors, a terribly introverted lot.thank you for profiling,i’m embarrassed it’s accurate. "
― L.P. Cowling , The Primrose Pages
6 " Piss in your hand and clap, ya bloody westerner. Now bugger off!” The voice returned, before the murder hole was shut, replaced by another slab of wood then exact size of the window. "
7 " Stuck between the most confused, and least ignorant.You’d think that’d be a contradiction, yet here I am, living this way despite your preconceived notion of that kind of an oxymoron.I live in defiance of what you think – and it is torture. "
― L.P. Cowling , Faith
