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
The two stallions, the silver and the black, represent the equine god (whomsoever horses pray to) in this ritual so ancient that… — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
Niko, you're halfway to where you need to go. It's the most dangerous time. And all the gods and forces have a… — 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
I see ranks ready for battle, stretching out. Five, six horses across, ranks in formation. Endlessly. — 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
