His love for her was a gift he gave her daily, expecting nothing in return. He walked at her side, his love for her a torch to guide her footsteps along the dark path she walked. — Margaret Weis Copy Share Image
“Hope lives. No matter the mistakes we make, no matter our blunders and misunderstandings, no matter the grief and sorrow and loss, no matter… — Margaret Weis Copy Share Image
“The Imam and his priests were due to speak to the people at midnight. Feisal intended holding them spellbound and enthralled with his words,… — Margaret Weis Copy Share Image
over protective? a butler in a grade- B movie? someones jewish mother? you got it — Margaret Weis Copy Share Image
“Remove your hands, brother!" Raistlin said in a flat, soft whisper. "I'll see you in the Abyss!" "I said remove your hands!" There was… — Margaret Weis Copy Share Image
its like you said? i lead my people-" forth!" zifnab carried on enthusiastically! " out of eygpt! out of bondage! across the desert! pillar… — Margaret Weis Copy Share Image
“If we deny love that is given to us, if we refuse to give love because we fear the pain of loss, then our… — Margaret Weis Copy Share Image
“He writhed at the thought and vowed by the gods of magic, by all three gods of magic, that he would never return to… — Margaret Weis Copy Share Image
I like working closely with artists. I think that's very important in fantasy and science fiction - the visual aspect of the worlds and… — Margaret Weis Copy Share Image
“The old dwarf drew himself up. His height was no longer impressive: the bowed back would not straighten, the legs could no longer support… — Margaret Weis Copy Share Image
“Tanis answered. “You’ll slow us up if you don’t.” “The men in my tribe can travel for many days without sleep,” Riverwind said. His… — Margaret Weis Copy Share Image
