“His stories were not always new, but there was in the telling of them a special kind of magic. His voice could roll like thunder or hush down into a zepherlike whisper. He could imitate the voices of a dozen… — David Eddings Copy Share Image
I have an unconscious burglar living in my mind: If I read something, it's mine. — David Eddings Copy Share Image
“I could insist that somebody take me to her so I can obey her orders." "I think you might choke on that one, Zakath,"… — David Eddings Copy Share Image
“Salmissra was alone and unguarded. The palace eunuchs were sworn to protect her, but evidently a eunuch's oath doesn't mean all that much to… — David Eddings Copy Share Image
...I know that in your heart you miss all those wonderful moments you spent with my father --watching him gnaw on the furniture, listening… — David Eddings Copy Share Image
Someday I’d like to see something rise up out of the earth –just for the sake of variety. — David Eddings Copy Share Image
“Being afraid was not the sort of thing that endangered life or limb, but it was still an injury of sorts – and sometimes… — David Eddings Copy Share Image
I'm a storyteller, not a prophet. I'm just interested in a good story. — David Eddings Copy Share Image
You'll drive yourself crazy if you start trying to pry the meaning out of every gust of wind or rain squall. I'm not denying… — David Eddings Copy Share Image
“Your extensive travels must have been fatiguing," Zakath said in that same flat tone, "particularly for the ladies. I'll see to it that your… — David Eddings Copy Share Image
