Silverthorn Quotes

“Life is problems. Living is solving problems.”
― Raymond E. Feist, Silverthorn

“A hero is someone who simply got too frightened to use his good sense and run away, then somehow lived through it all.”
― Raymond E. Feist, Silverthorn

“Altruism accrues little benefit to those lying cold in the gutter.”
― Raymond E. Feist, Silverthorn

“Whatever displeasure she felt was openly voiced, and quickly resolved, by either compromise or one partner’s acceptance of the other’s intractability.”
― Raymond E. Feist, Silverthorn

“No matter how canny you think you are, something can come along, bam, and put you on your prat.”
― Raymond E. Feist, Silverthorn

“what matters isn’t whether or not you’re frightened, but how you behave.”
― Raymond E. Feist, Silverthorn

“It is the single blackest shame in the memory of our race that one segment of our people utterly destroyed another.”
― Raymond E. Feist, Silverthorn

“Tell them this: somehow our two worlds stand linked again by some dark power of Tsurani origin. It moves against the Kingdom. It is power beyond human understanding, perhaps power to challenge the gods themselves.”
― Raymond E. Feist, Silverthorn

“his mind was an enraged animal, bouncing off the bars of a magically imposed cage, and like an animal, he reacted blindly, striking against the barrier again and again, determined either to be free or to die. Hot”
― Raymond E. Feist, Silverthorn

“Knowing what things are not is often as important as knowing what they are.”
― Raymond E. Feist, Silverthorn

“She covered his mouth with her hand. Then she kissed him. For a long silent moment no words were necessary. She pushed away, a dangerous half-smile on her face. Shaking her head in the negative, she spoke softly. “No. Say nothing more. I’ll not have you fog my mind again with honeyed words.” She slowly walked to the door and opened it. “Guards!” she called and in an instant a pair appeared. Pointing at an astonished Laurie, she said, “Don’t let him move! If he tries to leave, sit on him!” Carline vanished from sight down the hall, and the guards turned amused expressions on Laurie. He sighed and sat down quietly upon his bed. A few minutes later the Princess was back, an irritated Father Tully in tow. The old prelate had his night robe hastily gathered about him, as he had been almost ready for sleep. Lyam, looking equally inconvenienced, followed his sister. Laurie fell backward onto the bed with an audible groan as Carline marched into the room and pointed at him. “He told me he wants to marry me!” Laurie sat up. Lyam regarded his sister with an astonished expression. “Should I congratulate him or have him hung? From your tone it’s difficult to tell.”
― Raymond E. Feist, Silverthorn

“how many can boast they saved the Prince of Krondor by goosing a demon?”
― Raymond E. Feist, Silverthorn

“The most astonishing thing about Jimmy’s rise was not his age, for the Mockers were of the opinion that as soon as a boy was ready to try thieving, he should be turned loose. Failure had its own rewards. A poor thief was quickly a dead thief. As long as another Mocker was not put at risk, there was little loss in the death of a thief of limited talents. No, the most astonishing fact of Jimmy’s rapid rise was that he was nearly as good as he thought he was.”
― Raymond E. Feist, Silverthorn

“They watched as Micah left the building, striding out to stand below the spinning disk. As if anticipating, he raised his hammer above his head as another bolt of energy lashed downward, blinding those who watched from the door. When the initial blaze of white died down, they could see Micah standing upright, hammer held overhead as the crackling energies cascaded around him, scattering in broken spectrum, so that all the colors of the rainbow danced within the inferno. The very ground at his feet smoked and burned, but he was unharmed. Then the flow of energy halted, and in an instant Micah had pulled back his hammer and made his throw. Almost too quick for the eye to follow, the hammer left his hand and became a blur of blue-white energy as bright and blinding as its target. Higher than was possible for a man to throw, the bolt of flame sped, striking the blazing disk dead center. It seemed to bounce off the disk, and the blue bolt returned to Micah’s hand.”
― Raymond E. Feist, Silverthorn

“Above their heads by three feet was an opening in the roof. ‘A chimney,’ said Jimmy. ‘You climb up by putting your back to one side and feet to the other.’ ‘What if it widens too much?’ asked Laurie. ‘Then it’s usual to come back down. The rate of descent is up to you. I suggest you do it slowly.”
― Raymond E. Feist, Silverthorn