Why do you keep saying incarnations like I’m some kind of god?” It wasn’t a great question, but the real questions were so big that Kylar didn’t even know how ask them. “You are worshipped in a few remote areas where your master wasn’t very careful about showing the full extent of his powers.” “What?!

Durzo pulled out a gold Gunder from his pouch. Crowns Roth wins, Castles I lose. He flipped the coin. It bounced on the table and, impossibly, landed on edge. There´s always another choice, Kylar said.

one doesn't interrupt a beautiful girl unless one is going to be funny.

The God gives simpler problems to lesser men.

The perfect killer has no friends. Only targets.

What people value in their books—and thus what they count as literature—really tells you more about them than it does about the book.

If you worry about what everyone is trying to do, you become a spectator and not a player.