Strife brings all things into being on her battlefield. This I know. I have been there many times," says Vashanka, lord of… — 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
These Stepsons tread where mortals don't belong, some of us think. They seek out battle high above their station. Who knows what… — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
For Tempus...was a dozen storm gods' avatar; no army he sanctified could know defeat; no war he fought could not be won.… — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
Die never for a god, Nikodemos who should know better - not your soldiers' god, nor any other. — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
There must be love, and understanding, to betray. Most men haven't the wit or the honor for betrayal: not to know it… — 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
