Peasant Quotes

The best argument against democracy is a five-minute conversation with the average voter.

Winston S. Churchill

By the second cycle of the solstice of the warm time, the One will face the enemy. And the One will unearth the Shield of the Northern Lights and smote the enemy with daring and intelligence. The heart of the One is pious and evil will cower. Couatl will rise.

Barbara T. Cerny

And the One will win the Armor of the Easter Dawn and defeat the enemy with audacity and wisdom. The body of the One is strong and ready to lead. Lammasu will pounce

Barbara T. Cerny

And the One will take the Sword of the Western Sun and triumph over the enemy with boldness and insight. The arm of the One is steady and heads will roll. Snow Giants will battle

Barbara T. Cerny

And the One will reveal the Bow of the Southern Star and conquer the enemy with courage and fine judgment. The sight of the One is true and the enemy cannot hide. Griffon will fly

Barbara T. Cerny

I'm a peasantI'm the muzhikA pest you're destined to play the musicAnd yes it's pleasant to say it's beauty I'mIndebted to rest respecting it truly

I did not choose to be a monster—a shell of a man—half-human, half-fiend. I am a tiefling. I am what I am.

Barbara T. Cerny

My life was going exactly where I wanted it to until the Devil showed up.

Barbara T. Cerny

Iona stared at me for a long time. “You are going to leave me a widow before I have a chance to become a bride.

Barbara T. Cerny

Then it kissed me—not as a man would kiss a lover, not with tenderness or even passion. This was a kiss that stole the soul of men. Revulsion at this creature’s kiss was instantly replaced by the warmth stealing through my veins, as if my missing blood were being replenished and contrived to heal me. I craved to keep kissing the beast. My entire being awakened to that kiss feeding me ecstasy, feeding me life.

Barbara T. Cerny

The black of the ocean waves was the color of the sorrow in my breast, a sorrow that was never far away and always visible.

Barbara T. Cerny

God himself had sent me away. I was truly now among the damned.

Barbara T. Cerny

I was once a man, not a great man, not a saintly man, but a good man, and a man nonetheless.

Barbara T. Cerny