“What’s California like?” Jared asked after another minute’s silence. “Warm, very sunny,” Catherine replied. “They’ve got almost everything they need there. They can grow their own food, harvest their own lumber, and mine their own gold—that they sell to the… — Robert Edward Copy Share Image
“True, but I’ve seen your cities. You defend them like castles. Wouldn’t it be the same here?” “That’s the North. There we have more.”… — Robert Edward Copy Share
“The common folk live the consequences of political decisions,” Tiago added reflectively, “that’s the case everywhere.” — Robert Edward Copy Share
“Doctor Munson to Jared Gilsom: "We fought you because we didn’t want some ruler thinking he could tell us what we could do. We… — Robert Edward Copy Share
“What’s California like?” Jared asked after another minute’s silence. “Warm, very sunny,” Catherine replied. “They’ve got almost everything they need there. They can grow… — Robert Edward Copy Share
“This is what they built to find it. What do you think they built to protect it?” Jared asked, half-rhetorically. “Let’s try not to… — Robert Edward Copy Share
“Forrest spat, “Bah. We don’t need it. This world doesn’t need another nation of steel and soot. We showed that magic defeats metal. Grant… — Robert Edward Copy Share
“Jared ran for the cracked crate. He shot the closest soldier at point blank range and grabbed the bundle with his free hand. He… — Robert Edward Copy Share
“This is what they built to find it. What do you think they built to protect it?” — robert edward Copy Share
“It was a running joke among the shipping industry—if the people of the nation had to choose between weapons or coffee, the Confederacy would… — Robert Edward Copy Share
“Right after the war, every opportunistic governor and anyone rich enough to afford his own private army wanted magic users. That would have destroyed… — Robert Edward Copy Share
“Isn’t that always the case,” the New Englander commented with a smile. “The second son, heir to nothing but the name, must work twice… — Robert Edward Copy Share
“Mister Gilsom,” Munson continued, “you treat the patient. Gray, blue, didn’t matter. Mattered to some, but not to me. Way I figured it, someone… — Robert Edward Copy Share
