MARK LAWRENCE

When I started the 'Broken Empire' trilogy, I thought it was a short story, and I didn't know the beginning, middle, or end of even that.

I manage to read about one book a month, all fantasy these days.

Everyone likes a bit of variety. I'm sure none of my readers only want to read about anti-heroes or villainous protagonists any more than they only want to read about square-jawed heroes doing the right thing. I just write characters than entertain me and hope they'll be ones that other people want to read about, too.

I have a slightly crap blog where I opine on anything that occurs to me and run the occasional silly competition.

There's a road to hell that is paved with good intentions but it's a long route. The quicker path is paved with the kind of ignorance that clever men who just don't want to know are best at.

I may be running out of options, but running out isn't an option.

something in me had got broken, but not so broken I didn't remember what it was.

A strange thing — nails will hold a building together, but there's nothing better for taking a man apart.

Men think if they're getting laid, everything is fine. Women think if they feel good, everything is fine. Neither turns out to be a very good indicator.

You're a Good Little Slave

Some truths should perhaps be left unsaid. Some doors unopened. An angel once told me to let go of the ills I held too close, to let go of the flaws that shaped me.

There's a purity to the struggle to reach a peak. You leave your world behind and take only what you need. For a creature like me there is nothing closer to redemption.

In the end it seems we're just toys,easy to break and hard to mend

Memory is all we are. Moments and feelings, captured in amber, strung on filaments of reason. Take a man’s memories and you take all of him. Chip away a memory at a time and you destroy him as surely as if you hammered nail after nail through his skull.

When you take a woman away from her man, what you get is a woman who can be taken away from her man.

There's a slope down toward evil, a gentle gradient that can be ignored at each step, unfelt. It's not until you look back, see the distant heights where you once lived, that you understand your journey.

It is purity of spirit that will keep corruption from the flesh

You can't grow if you're constantly defined by this collection of frozen moments that you keep returning to. And if you can't grow, you're not alive.

Hold to a thing long enough, a secret, a desire, maybe a lie, and it will shape you.

No half measures. Some things can’t be cut in half. You can’t half-love someone. You can’t half-betray, or half-lie.

Dark times call for dark choices. Choose me.

We can't be trapped by fear. Lives lived within such walls are just slower deaths.

If the sins of the flesh ever got old I didn't ever want enough years on me to know it.

Sometime, It's easier to love someone with flaws you can forgive in return for them forgiving yours.

Few things worth having can be got easily.