Brian A. McBride Quotes

From now until eternity meets its end, you will walk by faith and not by sight...
Brian A. McBride
Some of the best characters are the most flawed characters.
Brian A. McBride
Writers write because they're writers. Because their imaginations boil up inside of them, waiting to overflow into the written word. Ordinary people have little capacity for unyielding imagination, whereas the natural-born writer can do little but yield to the tug of imagination. Ordinary people may practice for years to 'perfect' the challenge of writing; but the one destined to create and destroy with the stroke of a pen, the strike of the key, their wells of imagination shall never run dry.
Brian A. McBride
The threat of war hung on the air like a thick fog and it blinded him until he could see nothing beyond the haze. Even the stars grew faint.
Brian A. McBride
Everybody is born with a little bit of writer in them. We all come with the desire to work hard to see our creations come to life on the page. But it is those who choose to do something about this passion that has been ignited inside of them that are true writers.
Brian A. McBride
I don't want to write soft, easy fiction; I want to write fiction that challenges.
Brian A. McBride
With every fall of the sun and rise of the moon, I can hear it. The Prophecy. It echoes through the halls of time. It is written on the surface of every star. Even the sun and moon cannot withhold the news of the second coming. I hear it. And I fear it.
Brian A. McBride
War is an infidel; it holds no loyalties, neither to king nor countryman. She is a whore, selling herself to the highest bidder. Victory is bought in blood and steel.
Brian A. McBride
Light or Death!
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This was a Darkness born of fire.
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Such a distant, forgotten thing, this Light.
Brian A. McBride
From now until eternity meets its end, you will walk by faith and not by sight.
Brian A. McBride
The sun does not abandon the moon to darkness.
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Am I your weakness?""Of course you are.
Brian A. McBride
The rhythm of fraught footsteps and fervent heartbeat orchestrated a symphony of anticipation and dread.
Brian A. McBride