Stop grieving. Start giving thanks to me. You live to fight on other days. — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
Valor was in Nikodemos, unquestionable, and commitment like trees to stand or night to fall. — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
It's all right. Things as they once were will never be again, but it's all right. — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
I survive. I survived it all then and I'll survive the rest of it. Without your help. — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
Wisdom, Niko thought as he leaned his cheek against his long-handled rake, cannot be had without price. — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
Reasons never matter, once Death comes cold and bold and takes the living by the hand. You count up your dead, every… — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
You're not one to take lightly, to love of for an evening and leave of a dawn. — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
It was his soul's freedom that was in question. And that question was whether freedom was worth the price when it meant… — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
You count up your dead, every one. Always. Recall them, each and all - every face, every heart. — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
Sometimes the cost of winning for all the right reasons is so great that spirits die and hearts grow cold. — 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
Men may not believe you, my son. But you must always say the truth, when the truth holds no danger for you… — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
Don't forget, Riddler, how I love thee. Or all we shared together. Or that this sea and all other seas can lead… — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
Die never for a god, Nikodemos who should know better - not your soldiers' god, nor any other. — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
What we hold sacred is honor, justice, and glory. You need not swear allegiance to our storm god, to serve with us.… — 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 Image
I survive. I survived it all then and I'll survive the rest of it. Without your help. — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
It's all right. Things as they once were will never be again, but it's all right. — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
