Stop grieving. Start giving thanks to me. You live to fight on other days. — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
Look to the souls of Your own soldiers, God, who labor in Thine awful cause. — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
If cities have souls, Sanctuary's was troubled long before Tempus got here, and will be troubled long after he and his are… — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
The Fates are here because of supernal anger, celestial imbalance, and arrogance of men and gods that must be curbed. — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
What doesn't bend must break, when dooms are apportioned and destiny takes the lead. As it will now, and as it must,… — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
Humans create their futures every day of every year; only you can alter your worlds. — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
Gods colliding, ethos and mythos trying to combine. The Sacred Band caught up in a whirlwind not of any god's devising: he… — 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
