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 universe forgives those who give until their hearts are aching and their spirits weak, and finds a way to renew all… — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
Gods colliding, ethos and mythos trying to combine. The Sacred Band caught up in a whirlwind not of any god's devising: he… — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
Choose life over death, Niko, when a choice can be made that puts no soul in jeopardy. — 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
