F.T. McKinstry Quotes & Sayings

Melisande lay in bed in the loft of her cottage in Graebrok Forest north of Odr. Wide awake and blinking in the dark, she listened to the mice above her head. Nearly a moon past, her swordsman had repaired a crack in the eaves before returning to the towers and yards of Merhafr, the great port on the Njorth Sea, where he served as a King's Ranger. His name was Othin, taken from a god of wisdom, trickery and war. What such a one knew of carpentry, well, that was open to question. But he knew other things. Nice things. — F.T. McKinstry

Springtime blooms the starry tree
Bearing fruit the mariners see.
High by night and low by dawn
The silver apple guides us home. — F.T. McKinstry

Hemlock's attentions had not only healed Aelfric's body of its wounds but also given him curious sensitivity. Aside from the voice in his mind, he felt things in the natural surroundings: the presence of beasts, the whispers of trees to the overcast skies, anger in the earth and sea. Ravens followed him around as they did wolves. And he had developed a rough ability to see in the dark. — F.T. McKinstry

The light from his torch painted the barren forest in shades of his own reflection, black-haired, gray-eyed and pale for want of a touch. He pulled his cloak close, unable to determine which made him more uncomfortable: the dreary woods or the new moon settling onto his heart like a cloud of moths. — F.T. McKinstry

The strongest and most mysterious weeds often have things to teach us. — F.T. McKinstry

In the calm, deep waters of the mind, the wolf waits. — F.T. McKinstry

My woman has a wandering eye;
Yarrow, thyme and thorn.
She eyes the ocean and the sky
While stitching sails, forlorn.
I got a kiss, and then a tear
As she bade me go;
But on the waves, my heart's in fear:
My woman's in the know. — F.T. McKinstry

The forces of the sea give rise to imagination, which reflects them according to the nature and disposition of the perceiver. The sea itself is undifferentiated and without bias. — F.T. McKinstry

Wizard is as wizard does. — F.T. McKinstry

An unkindness of ravens flew from the north and landed in a rustle in the surrounding trees with varied sounds of begging and recognition. Years ago, the local ravens had figured out that Lorth not only walked with death but also left portions of his kills for his eldritch companions. The creatures always seemed to know where he was, a sense born of thousands of years of hunting with wolves. — F.T. McKinstry

The gods cared nothing for those they touched. Especially war gods. — F.T. McKinstry

Cunningly, Odin tricks fools into war, a pleasure to him. — F.T. McKinstry

Love knows all paths, where even gods and cats are blind. — F.T. McKinstry

When in doubt, follow the senses of beasts. — F.T. McKinstry

Master of magic, god of war, Odin wanders alone. — F.T. McKinstry

If you are in doubt about what's balanced, look to the natural world. Animals know the right paths. — F.T. McKinstry

He is warrior, he is poet, he is mad. He is Odin, the Wanderer. — F.T. McKinstry

Tortured Soul 101: The depth of despair one experiences during the creative process (as experienced say, in an abysmally blank page or canvas) is directly proportional to the scope and power of the work that emerges when it breaks. — F.T. McKinstry

Wolf Star shines on wintry high;
Gazing northward by and by.
Ice and snow on shorelines lie;
Wind and spirits haunt the sky. — F.T. McKinstry

Three days. A war fought over a woman could go three suns as easily. Or three hundred. — F.T. McKinstry

Most humans know better than to cross a wizard. A cat does not care. — F.T. McKinstry

She held out her hands, cupped and holding a small plant.
'The power to heal is the power to destroy,' she said with the faintest smile. — F.T. McKinstry

So much simpler, to kill for gold. It did not matter what anyone thought about that. The only rules he abided were those of the Old One, and she cared nothing for war beyond forcing mortals to consider the price of it. — F.T. McKinstry

Lorth spoke a word and came into focus, though he had learned from experience that his features, the ghost-pale skin of a Northman with the gold-green eyes of a wolf, were almost as unnerving to a Tarthian as the shadowy form of a cloaking spell. — F.T. McKinstry

Innocence crafts its own demise. — F.T. McKinstry

The older a wizard grows, the more silent he becomes, like a woody vine growing over time to choke a garden path, deep and full of moss and snakes, running everywhere, impenetrable. — F.T. McKinstry

Gardens are made of darkness and light entwined. — F.T. McKinstry