Ah, I see. You don't know much about us and the unknown equals the barbaric, the primitive. Although it is you lot who are ignorant.

— Andrew Ashling

And yet it's there, we witnessed it being lit. And fires once lit have to burn until they spend themselves or someone extinguishes them,” Atlantis said, with some deep regret coating his voice.

— Andrew Ashling

A while ago?” Atlantis asked. “Yes, he raped me a while ago. Exactly nine months and two days ago. What's that? Nine months or nine minutes. It's the same. And it is in the past, you say? Then why is it still happening, every day, every time I close my eyes? Every time I hear someone behind me, and I don't know who it is? How is it that I get an almost irresistible urge to kill anyone who happens to touch me unexpectedly? Tell me, Hemarchidas, how do I forgive, let alone forget, something that is still happening, that keeps happening over and over? How? How do I do that?

— Andrew Ashling

But you didn’t mention Mórrígan I, the first king of the House of Catarina. He put an end to years of unrest and civil strife. Neither did you mention Ron nick II, the one who reformed the monetary system and forbade the Great Houses to mint their own coins, thus stabilizing our currency. At the time it saved Dimension from going bankrupt.” “I’m sorry. I told you we weren’t big—” “It’s not that, Hemarchidas. You remembered the fighting kings, those who brought war, destruction and ephemeral glory. Or those who ended tragically. You forgot the wise administrators, those who kept the peace, those who brought prosperity. You needn’t feel embarrassed, though. So did history.” Hemarchidas looked at his friend as if he saw him for the first time. “So, all in all, Hemarchidas, I’d rather history forgot me.

— Andrew Ashling

Deal with all this, live with myself, you mean? I honestly don't know. I stand often enough at the abyss of my soul, asking that same question, looking down into the dark crevices where the black monsters dwell on the bottom. They gaze up at me, and I look them in the eyes. “This also you are,” they say, and I almost fall into the void.”“And then?” Anaxantis shrugged.“And then? I turn around and go do what needs to be done. What else is there?

— Andrew Ashling

Develop may be a vil­lage, but the Develop House can be any­thing you make it. No­bil­ity has to start some­where. It might as well start with you. Let no­body look down on you, for what­ever rea­son, My Lord. Ti­tles are granted or in­her­ited, no­bil­ity isn't.~Tenants I to Lander Farming, Baron Develop

— Andrew Ashling

Hey," Atlantis protested. "Oh," he added, when the Guitar prince took his member in his mouth. "Oh... that's what you meant by servicing." He laughed softly." Aw, aw, teeth, teeth, no teeth," he hissed suddenly." Sowwy," Times, mumbled with his mouth full. "Town you it wouldn't JE good.

— Andrew Ashling

History doesn't remember gardens.… You forgot the wise administrators, those who kept the peace, those who brought prosperity. You needn’t feel embarrassed, though. So did history.

— Andrew Ashling

However, what he wanted was impossible: the serenity of the Gods cannot be achieved by the sword.

— Andrew Ashling

I will give you a few guarantees of my own, Akthar. I guarantee that before the sun sets, even if you win, even if my cold, dead body is lying on the field, you will rue the day you ever set foot in the Plains. For every inch you advance I'll exact gallons of Akthar blood. I guarantee that there will be not one family of the Bear Authors, or they will mourn at least one of theirs. I guarantee that even if you are triumphant the fruits of victory will taste like dust in your mouth. Furthermore, I guarantee that if you fail to kill me today, you will meet me again. You will meet me at the Cameroonian border. You will meet me at every city, town, village, and hamlet. Furthermore, you will meet me on every Amira than crossroad, on every hill. I will fight you with every sword at my command, with every arrow, with every dagger. I will fight you with pitchforks. Furthermore, I will fight you with the very rocks of the land you try to conquer. Furthermore, I will never, never, never GI

— Andrew Ashling