"Mercy is not in favor in my heavens today," says Vashanka, unforgiving and combative, folding vast arms and spearing Harmony with lightning… — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
And Tempus thought then that nothing was more worthwhile than what was growing in this whitewashed barracks, where he has come to… — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
The heavens listen to what is said on these cobbles. Laws of man and nature come together here. Here you must be… — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
I think we're all in Cime's army now. But never mind, the Storm God hasn't forgotten us. Heaven is no farther away… — 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
