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
In every age he had ever studied, doomsayers abounded. No millennium is attractive to the man immured in it; enough prophecies have… — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
You three have done quite enough today: all of you and your feckless, treacherous god. — 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
