Dean F. Wilson Quotes & Sayings

Then everything turned brilliant white for a second, and Jacob's eyes were stunned. The shock faded, but then another flash came, dulled by the darkness of the fog. Blades of lightning broke through the sea of smoke, accompanied by the violent clap of thunder, as if an angry god saw the storm devour them, and burst out into wild applause. — Dean F. Wilson

Dynamite is loyal to the one who lights the fuse. — Dean F. Wilson

The Clockwork Commune were made of many things, and some of them were steamtruck wheels and landship tracks. They salvaged speed, and used it to help them salvage everything else. — Dean F. Wilson

He could feel the Great Iron War coming to an end now, but he no longer had his finger on the button. The curtains of the world were about to close, and the play of life would soon be over. There would be no applause. — Dean F. Wilson

When in the house of the enemy, the best rooms are always the ones with the lights out. — Dean F. Wilson

your biggest enemy is yourself, your creation of barriers, your destruction of your freedom." They — Dean F. Wilson

The thought had crossed my mind, that in order to save this world from Hell, I might have to become the Devil. — Dean F. Wilson

Fear is leaden. Courage is golden. Let go of the weight of the world, and you will fly. — Dean F. Wilson

Sometimes all the players get a bad hand. You just have to be determined enough to see the game through. — Dean F. Wilson

Stories serve multiple purposes. At a basic level they are great entertainment, which is essential for living a happy and healthy life, but on a deeper level stories help us explore issues that are otherwise difficult to address. On one hand a good book helps us escape our troubles, and on the other hand it can help us face up to those troubles by bringing real issues to the fore, often in a more manageable way, since the problems are experienced vicariously through the eyes of another. — Dean F. Wilson

A new age is approaching, and its advent might make us pray to go back to the days of the trenches. Once the Worldwaker goes off, we will never be able to sleep again. — Dean F. Wilson

It was as much a battle of wits and words as it was of mitts and swords. — Dean F. Wilson

I consider fantasy the heir of mythology, addressing a real human need to seek out answers to life's many mysteries. It is a genre that can tell an entertaining and enthralling story on the surface, and yet deliver a potent message underneath, where everything becomes a symbol of something greater. — Dean F. Wilson

He had no big plan for this. He had not prepared for the day when he would be fighting his own work. He had not plotted against his own plots. — Dean F. Wilson

Darkness gathered there, smothering out the sunlight. As the fleet headed towards it, it threatened to smother them too. — Dean F. Wilson

They began their climb, already weary, and the sun tried to steal whatever strength they had left. It was another god, a forgotten god, who gave a daily reminder, and was forgotten again each night. — Dean F. Wilson

As the darkness deepened, the sky was streaked with veins of red, the last low beats of a dying sun. Against this scarlet canopy the hulk of the Rust Road's twin peaks stood tall, mountains of metal, unnaturally jagged. Their sharp pinnacles pierced the sky, and Jacob could not help but wonder if that explained the blood there. — Dean F. Wilson

offering, and hope all the while that he would not — Dean F. Wilson

They dived into the ocean of shadow and smog, adding to it with the fumes of their own aircraft. The goggles were useless now, but Jacob kept them on, in case there might be some break in the murky pool. It was fitting that the Worldwaker had passed through there, with the shark emblem painted on brightly. In those deep waters it could not be seen. It almost felt like it had lured them in. The dolphins do not hunt the sharks. — Dean F. Wilson

That youthful enthusiasm for the Resistance was killed off quick in new recruits, if they were not killed off first. — Dean F. Wilson

His eyes were like galaxies, and everyone could get lost in them. How many stars flickered there, no one knew, but every time he glanced upon someone, a new star ignited, a new star was caught in the gravity of his stare. — Dean F. Wilson

Jacob studied the iron graveyard, where every vehicle was its own gravestone. He drove slowly through, as if he was afraid to wake the dead. That was not it though. The general made it clear that they should fear the living. — Dean F. Wilson

But let me warn you again, in case your ghost ever tries to condemn me: you — Dean F. Wilson

Often you cannot wait for inspiration - it needs to be sought out. — Dean F. Wilson

But Agon did not force this prison upon you. He is the jailer of many, but you are the one who possesses the keys to your own cell. He may hunt you, but he did not lock you away here, nor force upon you the choices you have made these last few years. Your prison is in your mind, where you limit yourself, where you take on the voice of the Beast and speak to yourself the way he would if he could only get to you. But he does not need to if you will do the work for him. Fear is what locked you away, Ifferon, and fear is a tool of Agon. When you fear you open the gate that lets him into your mind. His greatest weapon is fear, for it drives strong men to madness. So why then be afraid? — Dean F. Wilson

There are always periodic opportunities to give up, while every single moment is an opportunity to persevere. — Dean F. Wilson