Here Stormbringer spies the Stepsons, the Theban fighters, and the 3rd Commando, attending to their own. In the face of such unflinching… — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
In this new world, this day and forever, then, we are not only Thebans - we are all Stepsons. We are all… — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
These Stepsons tread where mortals don't belong, some of us think. They seek out battle high above their station. Who knows what… — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
To the death with honor, shoulder to shoulder, and no one gets closer to a Stepson than his partner. — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
Tempus would be protected, better shielded from whatever the Stepson thought threatening, if love could heal and save. — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
Something awful is always going to happen, Arton. It's Sanctuary. You're a Stepson. Awful is a big part of your job. — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
And what do the Theban hoplites see in this extended rending of the sky, this white-bright glory of Enlil's lightning? The future,… — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
This is as 'alone' as I'm likely to get with you - you're not half so fetching as your daughter. — Janet Morris Copy Share
I survive. I survived it all then and I'll survive the rest of it. Without your help. — Janet Morris Copy Share
When I write what publishers call 'fantasy' I am writing in what I think is the most important tradition of fiction: starting with Homer… — Janet Morris Copy Share
Loyalty must be forged - to him, to his: stronger than iron, from experience, from risk - it can't be bought, or taught, or… — Janet Morris Copy Share
It's all right. Things as they once were will never be again, but it's all right. — Janet Morris Copy Share
He loves the world so much. I agree it would be a shame to take that love away from meadow and tree, stream and… — Janet Morris Copy Share
