Each soul has its appointed doom. How is it you dare to raise a mortal boy so high - high enough to… — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
The Fates are here because of supernal anger, celestial imbalance, and arrogance of men and gods that must be curbed. — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
Men live, and then they die. It is the quality of the process of living which matters, that and that alone. — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
In every age he had ever studied, doomsayers abounded. No millennium is attractive to the man immured in it; enough prophecies have… — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
Listen close and you can hear, Please, bless us and forgive us, and make us good here and strong here. Let us… — 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
Niko's angular face caught a flicker of firelight and Tempus saw his future there: sharp purpose, discipline, and power in perfect balance;… — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
This was what men fought for, what men died for: a chance at life, and to fight on other days - the… — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
Why is it we are always the targets of the angry Fates? Twice as many men of ours met harm as did… — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
Everything that anyone respects is what men naturally excel at: fighting, accruing wealth, playing at power.... — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
We've the new hard-steel, though why they're all so hot to pay twice the price when men're soft as clay and even… — 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
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
Gods are nothing without their worshipers; they act on the affairs and the passions of men. — 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
