“Clay smiled like a man who’d won first place in a “Whose Life Sucks the Most” — Nicholas Eames Copy Share Image
“Who says vanquish anymore?" Moog breathed. People who vanquished things, Clay supposed.” — Nicholas Eames Copy Share Image
“Ganelon sighed. "Slowhand..." "Never again," Clay said. "Where you stand, I stand.” — Nicholas Eames Copy Share Image
“WHEN WE SEEK TO RULE ONLY OURSELVES, WE ARE EACH OF US KINGS.” — Nicholas Eames King Copy Share Image
“Judge them for what they wished to be,” he begged the Father of Gods, “not what the world made of them.” — Nicholas Eames Gods Copy Share Image
“and in the ensuing silence Clay heard the quiet but ominous thud of Ganelon setting his beer down on the table.” — Nicholas Eames Silence Copy Share Image
“He considered going for his hammer, which lay just out of reach, or maybe diving for Ganelon instead, since waking the warrior… — Nicholas Eames Copy Share Image
“He had heard it said by an exceptionally clever bard that if you tried to number the ways you could die in… — Nicholas Eames Bard Copy Share Image
“Watch this!” he said, and what happened next might have been extraordinarily funny were their lives not at stake. But they were,… — Nicholas Eames Comedy Copy Share Image
“In stories, when a giant was slain, it toppled thunderously to the ground. In reality, a giant died much the same way… — Nicholas Eames Copy Share Image
“Despite this, his prejudice against helmets remained unchanged. You had your pride, Ganelon had told him once, or you had nothing.” — Nicholas Eames Copy Share Image
“How do I look?" he asked. Barret grinned. "Old." Moog glanced over appraisingly. "Tired." Gabriel snorted a laugh. "Fuck you guys.” — Nicholas Eames Friends Copy Share Image
“Look here at a warrior born, a scion of power and poverty whose purpose is manifold: to shatter shackles, to murder monarchs,… — Nicholas Eames Bad mother Copy Share Image
“Life was funny, and fickle, and often cruel. Sometimes the unworthy went on living, while those who deserved better was lost. Or… — Nicholas Eames Death Copy Share Image
“What was it about fathers, Clay wondered, that compelled so many of them to test their children? To insist that a daughter,… — Nicholas Eames Children Copy Share Image
“Sounds better than being a king," said Matrick. Kit nodded. "It was - until a plague tore through the village and killed… — Nicholas Eames Copy Share Image
“(...) Clay knew better. He and Gabriel had been friends for thirty-five years, and Gabe had been talking him into doing recklessly… — Nicholas Eames Charisma Copy Share Image
“A battle, as relayed by a poet, is a glorious thing, full of heroic stands, daring charges, and valiant sacrifice. But a… — Nicholas Eames Battle Copy Share Image
“Clay found himself wondering what the Council of Courts etiquette was regarding vomiting your breakfast onto your boots. He suddenly wished he… — Nicholas Eames Cobblers Copy Share Image
“And then came the cyclops.” “Cyclops?” Gabriel looked at him askance. “Big bastards, one huge eye right here on their head?” Clay… — Nicholas Eames Copy Share Image
“This day,” said Gabriel, “this moment, is when you step out from the shadow of the past. Today you make your name.… — Nicholas Eames Bards Copy Share Image
“I suppose I wouldn’t mind stretching my legs,” said Kit, then favoured Gabriel with a grisly smile. “Also, I feel it necessary… — Nicholas Eames Copy Share Image
“And so it goes, thought Clay. Life was funny, and fickle, and often cruel. Sometimes the unworthy went on living, while those… — Nicholas Eames Death Copy Share Image
“The ship, which appeared to belong to another band, was just passing by for a look. She was bigger than the Old… — Nicholas Eames Humor Copy Share Image
“You should write a book," Matrick suggested. Kit snorted. "Who wants to read the self-pitying lamentations of an old revenant?" "There's your… — Nicholas Eames Books Copy Share Image
“Clay pushed his body off him and mumbled another apology - because, enemy or not, when you hit a man in the… — Nicholas Eames Apology Copy Share Image
“And so it goes, thought Clay. Life was funny, and fickle, and often cruel. Sometimes the unworthy went on living, while those… — Nicholas Eames Life Copy Share Image
“As individuals they were each of them fallible, discordant as notes without harmony. But as a band they were something more, something… — Nicholas Eames Copy Share Image
“But life, Clay knew, didn’t work that way. It wasn’t a circle; you didn’t go round and round again. It was an… — Nicholas Eames Life Copy Share Image
