39 Quotes About Fantasy Book

Fantasy books are the best of all worlds: they allow you to escape from reality, but still give you something to aspire to. Whether it’s a life of adventure or a happy ending, these fantasy quotes give you the inspiration you need to live out those impossible dreams.

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If you want to write a fantasy story with Norse gods, sentient robots, and telepathic dinosaurs, you can do just that. Want to throw in a vampire and a lesbian unicorn while you're at it? Go ahead. Nothing's off limits. But the endless possibility of the genre is a trap. It's easy to get distracted by the glittering props available to you and forget what you're supposed to be doing: telling a good story. Don't get me wrong, magic is cool. But a nervous mother singing to her child at night while something moves quietly through the dark outside her house? That's a story. Handled properly, it's more dramatic than any apocalypse or goblin army could ever be. Patrick Rothfuss
Once you become a known writer, you will not have...
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Once you become a known writer, you will not have bad books anymore. You will only have less good books than the good ones. I.B. George
Do not speak wickedness, Tania. God can yet deliver us,...
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Do not speak wickedness, Tania. God can yet deliver us, if He chooses. If not, we shall glorify Him with our deaths. Jonah Havalseth Sandra Kopp
If you see the dragon fly, best you drink the...
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If you see the dragon fly, best you drink the flagon dry.”– Zarost Greg Hamerton
Speak peace unto the world and good souls will stand.
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Speak peace unto the world and good souls will stand. L.T. Hill
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You don’t know anything about me.”“ No, I know not everything about you. But I sense enough to know you have mistaken obsession with drive, guilt with injustice. I know you want to escape what you are, cabbage fairy, ” he said, reaching for his hood and gloves and tucking them into the waistband of his trousers. “Your desires are no different from my own, I simply have the courage to face them. . F.D. Lee
It was a glorious illusion and she fell asleep before...
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It was a glorious illusion and she fell asleep before it ended. Carla Reighard
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My mother used to read to me every night when I was little. We got through most of the major fantasy books of that time. The Narnia books by C.S. Lewis were my favorites and, later, Tolkien's The Lord of the Rings. I started making dolls to fill in the gaps of the dolls I had. Obviously we couldn't buy centaurs and fauns and elves and fairies, so I made them to play with the normal dolls I had. I must have been about six years old when I started making fantasy dolls. . Wendy Froud
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Tolkien did admit that, 'As a guide, I had only my own feelings for what is appealing or moving.' In other words ~ he wrote about what interested him ~ and despite his protestation of including anything allegorical into his tale, Catholic history and mystic prophecy obviously received its fair share of attention ... E.a. Bucchianeri
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People that are lazy don't get anything accomplished. It's People like me that are reliable. Richard W. Todd
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Eena worried to Ian in her thoughts. (You’re not going to let him walk away thinking what I think he’s thinking, are you?)( You won't change his mind. The evidence is a little suggestive. You should have just stayed behin Richelle E. Goodrich
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Mistasinon stood as the music of life flowed around him, the instrument of his agency muted. F.D. Lee
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She was here and the world, for so long ugly and deformed, was all at once itself again. She was taking a glass of sweet wine from one of the waiters. She was smiling. She was breathing. She was here. She was an island of such colossal importance within a sea of inconsequence that it seemed impossible the Ball was able to continue its empty existence. F.D. Lee
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The woman above him had tumbled out of his dreams, and now stood like a half-waking ghost, a photograph double exposed, showing him in one moment the fallacy of his past as it bled into his future. The image of Maria Sophia had grown too large for him to bear. He had made it so. In his industry and creativity he had transformed her into something so wonderful that the very fact she might now be anything less terrified him almost as much as the prospect she might exceed it. . F.D. Lee
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…dancing in the carnage and the flames. Rosemary A. Johns
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Do you feel it? That roaring call? Rosemary A. Johns
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Blood Life is not hunger. It’s freedom. Rosemary A. Johns
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So an inerrant archer who's inaccurate." Hastra to Athson, from The Bow of Destiny P. H. Solomon
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Hastra, you think you see, but you don't see this. You never have." Corgren, from The Bow of Destiny P. H. Solomon
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Justice lay on the edge o his blessed sword, but revenge - sweet as candy - filled his senses." The Bow of Destiny P. H. Solomon
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Names are for those who do not know themselves." Makwi - from The Bow of Destiny P. H. Solomon
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When his dead father touched his hand, Athson almost dropped the arrow. P. H. Solomon
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When his dead father touched his hand, Athson almost dropped the arrow." From The Bow of Destiny P. H. Solomon
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Fantasy is a reaction to the constraints of reality. Stewart Stafford
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Memory is like a box of chocolates. They disappear quickly. Leah Broadby
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Choose well how to live the next moment. D. Thourson Palmer
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You cannot be betrayed by your enemies, only your friends. Brian D. Anderson
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My heart almost vaulted out of my chest. I was snuggled against Ryan’s shoulder. We were burrowed under the cloak and sleeping bag, and my hand rested on his cheek, about to swat the stray hair that had fallen over my face. This wouldn’t have been so bad, if not for one tiny detail. Ryan was awake. Sam Dogra
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I guess, my advice would be the following: stay calm and do not let the panic seize you. Kateryna Kei
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When I look at my bookcase and see one book after the other lined up upon its shelves I think to myself, There is a God. Sully Tarnish
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Derian pulled the blanket snug around himself. “This is my added assurance.” Eena’s nose wrinkled. “It’s your what?” “If you recall the last time we were here standing in this very spot, you pelted me with neumberries.” He held up a single berry before popping it into his mouth. “I doubt you would risk soiling your blanket, so I figure wrapping it around me this way I’m pretty much assured safety from any potential attack.” He winked playfully, and she laughed out loud. “I’m afraid you don’t know me half as well as you think, ” she announced. Aiming low, she flung a sizable berry at his calve. It hit its mark.“ Whoa, whoa! ” He lowered the blanket to cover his legs. “You can’t hide yourself entirely, Derian, ” she said, aiming for his face. He ducked, raising the blanket like a shield in the process. Another round of ammunition pelted his ankles before he decided it was time to fight back. Eena found herself bound up in her own blanket, arms wrapped securely at her sides. She laughed nonstop, unable to move within his strong hold. Derian leaned forward until their noses touched, and then he kissed her giggles silent. He kept her in the blanket, snug and close to him, but Eena managed to wriggle an arm free and drape it around his neck, holding his lips in reach. She uttered a quick count in between kisses.“ Seven, ” she breathed. Derian paused, his mouth a whisper away from hers. It tickled when he spoke. “No, no, Eena.”“No what?”“ No counting. Not today. No ground rules.” She barely uttered a partial “’kay” before his mouth covered hers again. His hot breath tasted like breakfast. He fixed his hands on each side of her face, and the blanket fell to the ground. As the intensity of their kisses grew hungry, he gripped her cheeks more securely. Eena could feel the air electrifying around them. Her heartbeat drummed–excited and anxious. “Derian…” she breathed. But he didn’t stop. She felt his hand move to support her neck while the other slid down her back, urging her closer. She brought her arms together and pressed against his chest, somewhat objecting to the intimacy.“ Derian…” she tried again. But he covered her mouth with his own. She pushed more firmly against him without success. Her protest weakened as his kisses softened. The fervor subsided, and she could feel her wild pulse even out. Amidst a string of supple kisses, Derian’s breathing slowed. He planted his lips on her forehead for a moment before squeezing her tenderly. She snuggled up against his warm chest. “One ground rule, ” he whispered in her ear. “We stop when you say ‘when.’”“When, ” she uttered.“ Okay, ” he agreed. Then, as if the thought had just occurred to her, she stepped back to look up questioningly at the captain. “Wasn’t there a leftover sandwich in that basket from last night?” His lips formed a guilty smile as he confessed, “Yes–and it was delicious. . Richelle E. Goodrich
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Make no mistake, Marin...a Dragon Guardian may not always be the one sitting upon the throne, but he or she is the protector of the entire realm. Aida Jacobs
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My love...you were insolent to a dragon? Please tell me that I misheard you just now. Aida Jacobs
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It all started when Dam went missing. Andrew J. Peters
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My strings are being pulled, this time by a different puppet master. Emilyann Girdner
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I was pregnable once, ” Merill thought to contribute. She remembered how troublesome it made getting around, having a ripe belly. Couldn’t roll properly, couldn’t hop properly, couldn’t romp or flop properly. There were the cravings for roasted cabbage–she loathed cabbage, with its leaves and growing in rows. And labor! Merill passed out during childbirth. She’d endured burns, lacerations, rips, serrated teeth, nails, hooks and a trove of unmentionable harm-inflictors. Labor trounced them all and wriggled gleefully in the spray of blood and gore. “Being pregnable is no good. No good at all. Like growing a bitter melon in your belly. . Darrell Drake
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This book had two authors, and they were both the same person. Terry Pratchett
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Would you like me to put you out of your misery, before I put you out of your misery? Paul Cude