Steven Erikson
Steven Erikson
Steven Eriksonis the pseudonym of Steve Rune Lundin, a Canadian novelist, who was educated and trained as both an archaeologist and anthropologist...
NationalityCanadian
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth7 October 1959
CountryCanada
firsts lasts motto
First in , Last out. Motto of the bridgeburners
cities fruit seven
I hear Seven Cities natives grow fruit just so they can eat the larvae in them.
promise surprise one-thing
The future can ever promise but one thing and one thing only: surprises.
roots people hatred
There's little value in seeking to find reasons for why people do what they do, or feel the way they feel. Hatred is a most pernicious thing, finding root in any kind of soil. It feeds on itself." "With words.
flower butterfly wind
And over it all, the butterflies swarmed, like a million yellow-pettalled flowers dancing on swirling winds.
kings war reading
With the Black Company series Glen Cook single-handedly changed the face of fantasy—something a lot of people didn’t notice and maybe still don’t. He brought the story down to a human level, dispensing with the cliché archetypes of princes, kings, and evil sorcerers. Reading his stuff was like reading Vietnam War fiction on peyote.
lessons
The lesson of history is that no one learns.
humility soul pay
We are all lone souls. It pays to know humility, lest the delusion of control, of mastery, overwhelms. And, indeed, we seem a species prone to that delusion, again and ever again." ~Fiddler, pg. 558
desire justified virtue
Desires should never be justified,' Tehol said, wagging a finger. 'All you end up doing is illuminating the hidden reasons by virtue of their obvious absence.
cobwebs moments finest
Ah, Meese has brought us her finest goblets! A moment, whilst Kruppe sweeps out cobwebs, insect husks and other assorted proofs of said goblets' treasured value.
soldier half dozen
It is one thing to lead by example with half a dozen soldiers at your back. It is wholly another with ten thousand.
compassion hatred soil
I warn you all, hatred is finding fertile soil within me. And in your compassion, in your every good intention, you nurture it.
narrative share born
The only consistent narrative we possess is one that we share with every other life-form: we are born, we live, and then we die.
compassion justice promise
Power is violence, its promise, its deed. Power cares nothing for reason, nothing for justice, nothing for compassion. It is, in fact, the singular abnegation of these things - once the cloak of deceits is stripped away, this one truth is revealed.