Time to unite the Sacred Bands, Thebans and his people: one unit, one heart, one swing through life. — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
Look to the souls of Your own soldiers, God, who labor in Thine awful cause. — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
Niko knew death like a sister - she was his true partner in the phenomenal world. — 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
These warriors of the Sacred Band were inscrutable; they loved their war and death and picking through the bones of time to… — 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
"Mercy is not in favor in my heavens today," says Vashanka, unforgiving and combative, folding vast arms and spearing Harmony with lightning… — Janet Morris Copy Share Image
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
Then what difference does human striving make: mortal struggle, valor, pain? If you live, then live for the test of spirit, for… — 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
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
It is hard to battle anger, for whatever it wants it pays from the soul. — 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
I see ranks ready for battle, stretching out. Five, six horses across, ranks in formation. Endlessly. — 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
Only from chaos does order come. The angry Fates bring death where they will, when war is king, says Enlil, storm god… — 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
