Each soul has its appointed doom. How is it you dare to raise a mortal boy so high - high enough to… — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
The city guardsmen were like the keres, doom-bringers of merciless vengeance. — 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
This is for you. A mage named Randal told me to give it to the Band if you ever came back. 'It… — 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
