Janet Morris

I can start the rain. Bring thunder. Bring lightning. Want to see?

— Janet Morris

You've been playing gods-and-witches again, that's clear.

— Janet Morris

Every man's in his own hands, with a little help from his brothers.

— Janet Morris

The Fates are here because of supernal anger, celestial imbalance, and arrogance of men and gods that must be curbed.

— Janet Morris

All gods are tricksters, and war gods worst of any.

— Janet Morris

Only so much can be borne from men, so much from gods

— Janet Morris

Learn when to fear, and how to fear, and how much to fear, before you squander all you have left.

— 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

Fight for life itself and everlasting freedom of the human spirit.

— Janet Morris

No ethos, pursued without thought or mercy, is ethical.

— Janet Morris

For the gift of life, the only true thanks was in living fully, and facing death with honor.

— Janet Morris

Nothing he knew of, enunciated life like death.

— Janet Morris

I'm going to kill that god of yours, next. Then we'll see what you can do, and what you can't.

— Janet Morris

Love sees all; hate is blind.

— Janet Morris

Time is so...fluid where I live

— Janet Morris

Your stuff does not own the home; either control your belongings, or they will control you.

— Janet Morris

The sun is new every day

— Janet Morris

Death's easy to find. If She wants you, you'll meet Her here as well as anywhere.

— Janet Morris

Gods and men honor those who have fought in battle.

— Janet Morris

The city guardsmen were like the keres, doom-bringers of merciless vengeance.

— Janet Morris

Be polite to all, friendly to none. Be professional. Be ready to kill everyone and everything.

— Janet Morris

Men live, and then they die. It is the quality of the process of living which matters, that and that alone.

— Janet Morris

Sanctuary is for lovers, not fighters, this season.

— Janet Morris

But we're dying here.

— Janet Morris

"Mercy is not in favor in my heavens today," says Vashanka, unforgiving and combative, folding vast arms and spearing Harmony with lightning…

— Janet Morris