J.R. Potts > Quotes

“The man shrunk before the threat. His chest deflated at the glean of the blade in the moonlight, fearing its point might pop him.”
― J.R. Potts

“The muscle above his lip began to tremble uncontrollably as he tried to hold back all the furor piping up inside him like a furnace full of hot coals but it was searing at his innards.”
― J.R. Potts, Pennyrile Mint

“The evil he had seen there had taken something from him. Something he could not describe in words, but he knew it was lost and never again to be regained.”
― J.R. Potts, The Heist of Dunstan Manor

“I fear the ire of men over the wrath of gods”
― J.R. Potts, Pennyrile Mint

“He was alone with all the knowledge of the universe burning in his fading brain. All existence is a dream, he thought, but not my dream, it was the dream of the dark slumbering one.”
― J.R. Potts, Pennyrile Mint

“Remember you will die but do brave deeds and endure”
― J.R. Potts, Gathering of the Crimson Cloaks

“I fear the ire of men over the wraith of gods”
― J.R. Potts, Pennyrile Mint

“I am a gentleman and like a good dog, a gentleman comes when a woman beckons him.”
― J.R. Potts, Gathering of the Crimson Cloaks

“The thick canopy of winding white oak branches intertwined overhead to belie the light of the waning gibbous moon. The further they traveled from the tree line the more the darkness flourished but small slivers of light still radiated through holes in the forest ceiling. Filling the old grove with sporadic white beams as far as the eye could see. They navigated the tangled webs of roots swelling out from the immense trunks of trees. The wood seams sewing the soil as though they stitched together the brush carpet beneath their feet. The longer they trekked in the timber maze the closer the trees careened and crossed”
― J.R. Potts, Gathering of the Crimson Cloaks

“He watched as his words sprouted the seeds of delusion within her mind.”
― J.R. Potts, Pennyrile Mint

“When his mentor spoke of the old days, the knights were heroes, not outlaws, and knowing right from wrong, good from evil seemed as natural as breathing. Nowadays, the once clear waters of morality had grown brackish. The country was fractured, one man’s admiration was liable to garner you another man’s animosity.”
― J.R. Potts, Gathering of the Crimson Cloaks

“Winfred Deben’s eyes yawed from the fire and gave Petey an icy glare so cold the lad pulled his cloak even tighter around his body and shivered a little. The old commander had a way of making grown men uncomfortable with just his eyes. They use to joke that Commander Deben could turn a river into a glacier just by looking at it. He was a stern man and he was not known to make jokes or take them well either.”
― J.R. Potts, Visitor on The Mountain

“Men like his father avoided hard feelings. They buried themselves in their work and their drink.”
― J.R. Potts, The Heist of Dunstan Manor

“Have you seen the burned man?”
― J.R. Potts, Visitor on The Mountain

“Dangerous professions make rowdy men and rowdy men make terrible drunks.”
― J.R. Potts, The Heist of Dunstan Manor

“He sat there and read in silence, in pure adulterated silence and he found it strangely cathartic. He had read this book before and knew it had a happy ending. The sort of ending that makes a man believe there is still some good to be found in this world. Ewald needed to believe in good because he could feel it fading within himself”
― J.R. Potts, Visitor on The Mountain