Running away just makes your arse a bigger target.
Richard K. MorganMen were like blades, they would all break sooner or later, you included. But you looked around at the men you led, and in their eyes you saw what kind of steel you had to hand, how it had been forged and tempered, what blows, if any, it would take.
Richard K. MorganStichwörter: blades-of-men
Two of them drifted over to intercept me with the easy calm of big cats that have been fed recently.
Richard K. MorganOverhead soft-bellied clouds panic toward the horizon like whales before the harpoon, and the wind runs addict's fingers through the trees that line the street.
Richard K. MorganHis eyes rolled in their sockets like a panicked horse's.
Richard K. MorganIt was like resolution. The circling antagonisms collapsed inward like orbitals crashing and burning, surrendering to a mutual gravity that had dragged like chains while it endured but in release was a streak of fire through the nerves.
Richard K. MorganI lay still for a while, picking up the scattered garments of my mind and trying to assemble some kind of reasonable outfit from them.
Richard K. MorganWell than try giving it some thought, why don’t you? Apply that finely tutored mind of yours to all those bullshit hero-with-a-high-destiny legends you people are so fucking fond of telling one another. You really think, in a mudball slaughterhouse of a world like this, where war and privation harden whole populations to inhuman brutality and ignorance, where the ruling classes dedicate their sons to learning the science of killing men the way they consign their daughters to breeding till they crack--you really think the gods of a world like that have got no better thing to do with their time than take some random piece of lowborn trash and spend long years carving him into shape for a cat’s-paw?
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