David Gemmell
David Gemmell
David Andrew Gemmellwas a British author of heroic fantasy, best known for his debut, Legend. A former journalist and newspaper editor, Gemmell had his first work of fiction published in 1984. He went on to write over thirty novels. Gemmell's works display violence, yet also explore themes of honour, loyalty and redemption. There was always a strong heroic theme but nearly always the heroes were flawed in some way. With over one million copies sold, his work continues to sell...
NationalityBritish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth1 August 1948
No need for confusion, my dear Mulgrave [...] Beautiful wine and sour vinegar come from exactly the same source. Curiously if one leaves a bottle of wine open for long enough it will become vinegar. Happily in this house wine never survives long enough to go bad.
In my experience all women deserve someone better.
Too many people go through life without pausing to enjoy what they have.
Life is not so simple. There are many futures. The life of a single person is like a great tree: every branch, every twig, every leaf is a possible future.
... Life can be savored only if you look to the future and leave vengeance to the gods
You know how it is. Boy meets girl, girl wants boy dead. An everyday story, really.
This is the real magic of fantasy fiction: it can feed souls and change lives.
One day the enemy will cross the Great Green. They will bring war and tragedy to these eastern lands. Such is the nature of vile men. Yet we cannot live in dread of them. We cannot hide behind these high walls, our hearts trembling. For that is not life. We must accept the needs and the duties of each day, and face them one at a time.
Hate is the father of all evil.
The purpose of debates is to explore issues, not end them.
If you want to fight evil, you have to climb down in the slime to do so.
What will you do now?' I think I will become a monk and devote my entire life to prayer and good works.' No,' said Rek. 'I mean, what will you do today?' Ah! Today I'll get drunk and go whoring,' said Bowman.
What is your name?" Why?" So I can mark your grave...
They dont understand what real treasure is. They see it in gold and copper, and tin. They see in herds of horses or cattle. They gather treasures to themselves, building great storehouses, which they guard ferociously. Then they die. What good is it then?