David Gemmell

We all have scars [...] Better by far for them to be worn on the outside.

Galand and his brother paused by the corpse.

“He doesn’t seem too unhappy,” said Parsal, scratching his beard.

“It’s hard to know whether he’s smiling or whether death has pulled his face into a grin,” said Galand. “He won’t look too happy in about a month.”

“Will we?” whispered Parsal. Galand shrugged, and the brothers moved on to follow the others.

Men! What do they know? They never grow up.

"You are getting too old for this." "A man is as old as he feels, woman!" "And how old do you feel?" "About ninety."

Evil lives in a pit. If you want to fight it, you must climb down into the slime to do so. White cloaks show the dirt more than black, and silver tarnishes.

"I am not going to kill a man because he won't let us rob him." "Then go back to your mother and send for a man who wants to win."

"... But men don't come in just two groups, one of gold and the other of lead. They are a mix of both." "And what about women?" "Pure gold, my girl," Rayvan answered with a chuckle.

Nothing in life is sure, my son. Except the promise of death.

I am a stranger. You do not need to lie to me or pretend. Only with friends do you need masks.

But from now on act the part. You will be amazed at the number of people you fool. Don't share your doubts! Life is a game, Scaler. Play it like that.

"How do you do it? How do you stay so strong?" "I fake it."

Death haunts everyone and never fails.