“Ganelon sighed. "Slowhand..." "Never again," Clay said. "Where you stand, I stand.” — Nicholas Eames Copy Share Image
“As individuals they were each of them fallible, discordant as notes without harmony. But as a band they were something more, something perfect in… — Nicholas Eames Copy Share Image
“Sounds better than being a king," said Matrick. Kit nodded. "It was - until a plague tore through the village and killed every man,… — Nicholas Eames Copy Share Image
“And so it goes, thought Clay. Life was funny, and fickle, and often cruel. Sometimes the unworthy went on living, while those who deserved… — Nicholas Eames Copy Share Image
“Clay smiled like a man who’d won first place in a “Whose Life Sucks the Most” — Nicholas Eames Copy Share Image
“But life, Clay knew, didn’t work that way. It wasn’t a circle; you didn’t go round and round again. It was an arc, its… — Nicholas Eames Copy Share Image
“This day,” said Gabriel, “this moment, is when you step out from the shadow of the past. Today you make your name. Today your… — Nicholas Eames Copy Share Image
“How do I look?" he asked. Barret grinned. "Old." Moog glanced over appraisingly. "Tired." Gabriel snorted a laugh. "Fuck you guys.” — Nicholas Eames Copy Share Image
“He had heard it said by an exceptionally clever bard that if you tried to number the ways you could die in the Heartwyld… — Nicholas Eames Copy Share Image
“Look here at a warrior born, a scion of power and poverty whose purpose is manifold: to shatter shackles, to murder monarchs, and to… — Nicholas Eames Copy Share Image
“Judge them for what they wished to be,” he begged the Father of Gods, “not what the world made of them.” — Nicholas Eames Copy Share Image
“And so it goes, thought Clay. Life was funny, and fickle, and often cruel. Sometimes the unworthy went on living, while those who deserved… — Nicholas Eames Copy Share Image
