Stop grieving. Start giving thanks to me. You live to fight on other days. — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
This was what men fought for, what men died for: a chance at life, and to fight on other days - the… — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
In this new world, this day and forever, then, we are not only Thebans - we are all Stepsons. We are all… — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
Then what difference does human striving make: mortal struggle, valor, pain? If you live, then live for the test of spirit, for… — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
Everything that anyone respects is what men naturally excel at: fighting, accruing wealth, playing at power… — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
Look around you. It's an honor to fight beside you. Today we choose to fight. For the freedom to fight on other… — 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
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
Ask yourselves if the gods are angry, you who have seen Harmony come among us, walk among us, touch us, look kindly… — 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
