Janet Morris

Haste breeds error; error breeds woe.

— Janet Morris

I'm reverent from a distance.

— Janet Morris

We know. We've seen it all before.

— Janet Morris

Grab reality by the balls and squeeze.

— Janet Morris

War's balance will prevail.

— Janet Morris

And as for death - we get what we expect.

— Janet Morris

Order is its own reward.

— Janet Morris

But we're dying here.

— Janet Morris

Proof of war, when it comes, always comes too late.

— Janet Morris

If, as you teach, the universe has no beginning and no end, why should we?

— Janet Morris

When the balance is restored, people get hurt.

— Janet Morris

Your honor blinds you, Tempus, to what's right and wrong these days.

— Janet Morris

As Seth's apprentice, I've learned wisom of which you've never dreamed.

— Janet Morris

Gods and men honor those who have fought in battle.

— Janet Morris

One lot apiece, one chance to undo an error or secure a fate.

— Janet Morris

Learn what can, and cannot, be asked from destiny.

— Janet Morris

There must be a corps that will battle for righteousness, for there are endless battalions who serve unrighteousness.

— Janet Morris

Sacred Bands and elite squadrons aren't what the mercenaries' guild is about. Field them at your peril.

— Janet Morris

Tempus would be protected, better shielded from whatever the Stepson thought threatening, if love could heal and save.

— Janet Morris

Choose life over death, Niko, when a choice can be made that puts no soul in jeopardy.

— Janet Morris

Go carefully, child of mat, where no mercy can be had, and let your faith lead you on.

— Janet Morris

This is as 'alone' as I'm likely to get with you - you're not half so fetching as your daughter.

— Janet Morris

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

You count up your dead, every one. Always. Recall them, each and all - every face, every heart.

— Janet Morris

Here Stormbringer spies the Stepsons, the Theban fighters, and the 3rd Commando, attending to their own. In the face of such unflinching…

— Janet Morris

Now the Fates are here on the beach, three shadows blacker than black, walking through the dunes and looking for their own.…

— Janet Morris

Here and now was always where Tempus was, not off somewhere in the realm of Greater Good or Mortal Soul or Eternal…

— Janet Morris

There must be love, and understanding, to betray. Most men haven't the wit or the honor for betrayal: not to know it…

— Janet Morris

These warriors of the Sacred Band were inscrutable; they loved their war and death and picking through the bones of time to…

— Janet Morris

Godling? Demigod?" Lysis nearly howled. "You'd be beaten black and blue in Thebes, and staked out overnight for claims like that. In…

— Janet Morris

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

What we hold sacred is honor, justice, and glory. You need not swear allegiance to our storm god, to serve with us.…

— Janet Morris

Very little in science fiction can transcend the gimmickry of a technical conceit, yet without that conceit at its heart a book…

— Janet Morris

When I write what publishers call 'fantasy' I am writing in what I think is the most important tradition of fiction: starting…

— Janet Morris

Then what difference does human striving make: mortal struggle, valor, pain? If you live, then live for the test of spirit, for…

— Janet Morris

In every age he had ever studied, doomsayers abounded. No millennium is attractive to the man immured in it; enough prophecies have…

— Janet Morris

If you want to write something completely unique, you will probably fail or at best write something without redeeming value. The mind…

— Janet Morris

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

And Tempus thought then that nothing was more worthwhile than what was growing in this whitewashed barracks, where he has come to…

— Janet Morris

Time is so...fluid where I live

— Janet Morris