Another last-minute, good-deed job,” Royce grumbled as he stuffed supplies into his saddlebag. “True,” Hadrian said, slinging his sword belt over his… — Michael J. Sullivan Copy Share Image
Hadrian leapt to his feet. Royce was already up. “Don’t bother,” Esrahaddon told them. “She’s dead, and there’s nothing you can do.… — Michael J. Sullivan Copy Share Image
You don’t win battles with hate. Anger and hate can make you brave, make you strong, but they also make you stupid.… — Michael J. Sullivan Copy Share Image
So,” Royce said, “you want us to escape from this prison, kidnap the king, cross the countryside with him in tow while… — Michael J. Sullivan Copy Share Image
Will nodded toward Hadrian. “Look at the swords he’s carrying. A man wearing one—maybe he knows how to use it, maybe not.… — Michael J. Sullivan Copy Share Image
I need your help.” Royce looked up as if his head weighed a hundred pounds, his eyes red, his face ashen. He… — Michael J. Sullivan Copy Share Image
“The claw slipped again. It came off the edge of the stone and Hadrian felt his stomach rise as he fell. He… — Michael J. Sullivan Copy Share Image
“And why would she do that?” Hadrian shouted to the upper story. “She told you herself. Farlan was going to have the… — Michael J. Sullivan Copy Share Image
As they climbed into their saddles, Myron bowed his head and muttered a soft prayer. “There,” Hadrian told Royce, “we’ve got Maribor… — Michael J. Sullivan Copy Share Image
What’s going on?” Royce asked as throngs of people suddenly moved toward him from the field and the castle interior. “I mentioned… — Michael J. Sullivan Copy Share Image
“Where are you from, Hadrian?” “Hintindar originally—a little village south of here in Rhenydd.” “Originally? What’s that supposed to mean? You got… — Michael J. Sullivan Copy Share Image
Royce turned to Hadrian. “It’s supposed to make them look tough, but all it really does is make it easy to identify… — Michael J. Sullivan Copy Share Image
You’re too visible, Albert,” Hadrian explained. “Can’t afford to have our favorite noble hauled to some dungeon where they cut off your… — Michael J. Sullivan Copy Share Image
And you? Did you find the doorknob?” Hadrian picked up a jug and downed several swallows, drinking so quickly some of the… — Michael J. Sullivan Copy Share Image
Royce nodded. “Invest in crossbows. Next time stay hidden and just put a couple bolts into each of your target’s chests. All… — Michael J. Sullivan Copy Share Image
Have you ever been in love, Hadrian?” “I’m not sure. How do you tell?” “Love? Why, it’s like coming home.” Hadrian considered… — Michael J. Sullivan Copy Share Image
Any chance he’s turned a new leaf and taken up sailing for real?” “About as likely as me doing it.” Hadrian eyed… — Michael J. Sullivan Copy Share Image
If this keeps up, we’re going to own Melengar,” Hadrian mentioned. “What’s this we stuff?” Royce asked. “You’re retired, remember?” “Oh? So… — Michael J. Sullivan Copy Share Image
There are still eight of us,” Guy pointed out. “Not exactly an even fight.” “I was thinking the same thing,” Mauvin said.… — Michael J. Sullivan Copy Share Image
Aren’t you going to say, I told you so?” Hadrian whispered. “What would be the point in that?” “Oh, so you’re saying… — Michael J. Sullivan Copy Share Image
Hadrian drew two swords from his sides in a single elegant motion. He flipped one around letting it spin against his palm… — Michael J. Sullivan Copy Share Image
Been meddling, have you?” Royce asked, looking around at the hive of activity. “You must admit they didn’t have much in the… — Michael J. Sullivan Copy Share Image
Hadrian shook his head and sighed. “Why do you have to make everything so difficult? They’re probably not bad people—just poor. You… — Michael J. Sullivan Copy Share Image
There you are!” he shouted at them. “Father has half the castle turned out looking for you.” “Us?” Hadrian asked. “Yes.” Fanen… — Michael J. Sullivan Copy Share Image
You think he’s still alive?” Royce asked, nodding his head toward Alric. “Sure,” Hadrian replied without bothering to look. “He’s probably sleeping.… — Michael J. Sullivan Copy Share Image
“Bah!” Magnus scoffed. “Humans always blame dwarves. A baby goes missing and it was a dwarf that stole it. A princess runs off with… — Michael J. Sullivan Copy Share Image
Stealing swords,” Royce muttered mostly to himself. “Okay, let’s take a look at this tower. The sooner I see it, the sooner I can… — Michael J. Sullivan Copy Share Image
Happiness comes from moving toward something. When you run away, ofttimes you bring your misery with you. — Michael J. Sullivan Copy Share Image
“I notice you didn’t include a blade with your new attire,” Royce said. “Not even a little jeweled dagger.” “Lords no.” Albert looked appalled.… — Michael J. Sullivan Copy Share Image
“You're not going to charge us for the tower, I hope," Hadrian said. "But if you are, it was Royce's fault and should come… — Michael J. Sullivan Copy Share Image
“Verily, for nine hundred years have I lost. Everyone I knew is dead, the empire gone, and who knows in what state the world… — Michael J. Sullivan Copy Share Image
“Your Majesty?” Alric looked up at the thief with a scowl. “I just want to say for the record that as far as royal… — Michael J. Sullivan Copy Share Image
“There always seemed to be a better way, except when it came to people. Once broken, people couldn't be repaired.” — Michael J. Sullivan Copy Share Image
Another last-minute, good-deed job,” Royce grumbled as he stuffed supplies into his saddlebag. “True,” Hadrian said, slinging his sword belt over his shoulder, “but… — Michael J. Sullivan Copy Share Image
If this hast been done to language, I fear to know the fate of all else. — Michael J. Sullivan Copy Share Image
“When going forward doesn't get you where you need to be, going back will at least keep you moving” — Michael J. Sullivan Copy Share Image
