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“Dark times call for dark choices. Choose me.”
― Mark Lawrence, Emperor of Thorns

“What's it going to take for you to open that door? Gold? Blood?"

"Your name and password."

"My name is Honorous Jorg Ancrath, my password is divine right. Now open the fecking door.”
― Mark Lawrence, Prince of Thorns

“Some tell it that "sorry" is the hardest word, but for me it has always been "help".”
― Mark Lawrence, Emperor of Thorns

“But I respected his instincts as a killer and I liked the honesty of the man. And who was I to judge? I'd F'ed a necromancer and killed a Pope within the space of a week.”
― Mark Lawrence, Emperor of Thorns

“Go fuck yourself,' I said. I kept it pleasant.”
― Mark Lawrence, Prince of Thorns

“I took the Nuban's bow. I didn't trust the midget to be able to run down any thieves, and besides, I might want to shoot a circus clown or two. Just for laughs.”
― Mark Lawrence, King of Thorns

“Sometimes the only option is to raise the stakes, to throw yourself the other way, to force your opponent further down the path they've chosen, further than they might want to go.”
― Mark Lawrence

“He killed the king’s champion, the Captain of the Guard, Sir Galen. That’s who Sareth’s sister was in mourning for.â€�
“You’re going to tell me it wasn’t by poisoning his mead?�
“Single combat.�
“We’re leaving.â€� I called it from the corridor.”
― Mark Lawrence, Prince of Fools

“The Lights..." said Norv the Raw, as if we might not have noticed.
Before any further statements of the obvious could be made doors of gleaming steel started to slide down from recesses above every entrance above the Gilden Gate. The action accompanied by a squealing noise that set my teeth on edge, the sound of nails down Lundist's chalkboard.
"The doors..." said Norv. I resisted temptation to beat him around the head.”
― Mark Lawrence, Emperor of Thorns