Цитаты из книг — Гарет Ханрахан

Пальцы в перчатке принялись их сдвигать, нажимая на невидимые выемки и защелки, потом поворот — и шар распался у него на ладонях. Он развернул металлическое чрево изделия на столе — видать, собрался погадать на прошлое на бачках и патрубках взамен органов и кишок.

С алхимиками одна беда — нельзя подкупить людей, способных превращать грубое сырье в золото. В данном случае через продажу за море оружия и лекарств — но принцип тот же.

— Пробовал ли ты бормотуху, которую варят у нас на Жуланьем? — спросил Дредгер. — По большей части из ферментированных водорослей и слитых химикалий, зато каменных людей не оторвать. Они ей взаправду наклюкиваются до упаду. Даже те, у кого желудок стал кальцием. — О боги, ни в жизнь. Мне и с глазами неплохо. — Я спросил,…

— Запомни, у этого человека, — произнес Дредгер, — денег не бывает. Вообще никогда. Только одни неприятности. Застрели его, как снова появится.

— А теперь обратимся к богам — не за наставлением или спасением, но как к предметам исследований. Божества, демоны и другие сверхъестественные сущности могут расцениваться как самоподдерживающиеся структуры первородного хаоса. Они могли наращиваться естественным путем, либо многие поколения поклонников своей слепой верой…

The city's like a big machine, right, an engine rattling along the tracks. If you keep it fuelled and oiled, bread and money and shit, and don't fuck with the levers too much, it'll run along nicely as long as the tracks stay safe.

That is a fucking heresy. To imply that the gods are not all-wise and all-knowing. To suggest that sainthood's a matter of bad luck and circumstance, like getting caught out on the moor by a sudden storm and getting hit by lightning - it's shameful.

Olthic said she was at the Palace of the Patros, but he can’t show up at the gates and ask for her. Excuse me, I’d like to talk to my sister-in-law. You can’t miss her, she just manoeuvred her pawn onto your throne to seal her own coronation. Can she come out and play?

Long ago, the priests say, the people of Lyrix were wicked and sinful. They were greedy and gluttonous, lustful and wrathful. They lied and cheated, blasphemed and murdered. The gods grew angry, and they took the sins of the people, and from those sins were born the dragons – creatures made to be divine scourges, to turn…

The people of Guerdon are unsophisticated when it comes to divine intervention – they live in a land of Kept Gods and the dregs of the Godswar. A magic crown appearing to some distant heir? That’s mere sleight-of-hand compared to the real wonders the gods can perform. If the kings of old clawed their way out of the tombs,…

“Ah, Mr Idgeson, I know that your father and Mr Kelkin had considerable disagreements once upon a time.” “Kelkin had his dad executed, but, sure, considerable disagreements.”

“The knife wounded you, but the bullet didn’t?” She shrugs. “Some saints can teleport, some get flaming swords. I’ve got a city with a martyr complex looking out for me.”

“Sorcery,” says Ramegos, “is a perfectly healthy mental exercise, with only a small chance of self-immolation.”

She’ll get to Khebesh, she tells herself. Get rid of the fucking book, trade it for the sage counsel from the master sorcerers of the forbidden city. She doesn’t even know what she’s going to say to them when she gets there. My grandfather made me to be the centrepiece of a ritual to bring back the Black Iron Gods, and I…

Part of sainthood is not knowing which thoughts and impressions are really yours and which stem from the gods. Still, she tentatively adds “risk of spontaneous combustion” to her long list of reasons sainthood is shit.

"The gods send dragons to scourge the sinner and honest man alike.” An old saying in Lyrix, meaning this is our fate, we just have to live with it.

“I thought to take one of their ships, and they drove me off with death-glass.” “The dragon is invincible.” “The dragon needs more than aphorisms,” says Thyrus, ruefully.

Great-Uncle stalks through a hole blasted in the side of the dome, his movements suddenly clumsy and heavy now that he’s on the ground. Dragons are meant to soar.

Когда чародей зовёт что-то висюлькой, это значит, оно куда ценней,чем кажется. Волшебникам стоит брать уроки у бродячих фокусников.Научились бы нормально лоха включать.