A crafty nightrunner died of late, And found himself at Bilairy’s Gate. He stood outside and refused to knock Because he meant to pick the lock. — Lynn Flewelling Copy Share Image
“These are Plenimaran marines, and there's not much most of them aren't capable of, if you take my meaning." "I don't think I do,"… — Lynn Flewelling Copy Share Image
“First shall be the Guardian, a vessel of light in the darkness. Then the Shaft and the Vanguard, who shall fail and yet not… — Lynn Flewelling Copy Share Image
“Come on, Seregil, let's show him how it's done." "I'm busy," replied Seregil, working on a tricky bit of fingering. Moving to stand over… — Lynn Flewelling Copy Share Image
“I want to come with you, but first you’ve got to give me a few straight answers.” “It’s against my nature, but I’ll try.” — Lynn Flewelling Copy Share Image
“So I might have to marry Alec when I'm grown," Illia was prattling across to Seregil. "I hope that won't hurt your feelings too… — Lynn Flewelling Copy Share Image
“It is better to lack the semblance of honor but possess it than to possess the semblance and lack the honor.” — Lynn Flewelling Copy Share Image
“He couldn’t imagine what had made his father so angry or the townspeople so mean, but he knew with a child’s sudden, clear conviction… — Lynn Flewelling Copy Share Image
“Talí." It was the only thing Seregil could think of that encompassed everything he felt right now. Alec smiled. "You called me that by… — Lynn Flewelling Copy Share Image
A writer can't just be well-educated or good at research; to build a living, breathing world with interesting characters, you have to write from… — Lynn Flewelling Copy Share Image
