“Maybe collecting bruises was the only way to learn how to fight.” — Patrick W. Carr Copy Share Image
“A figure stood at the far end, cloaked in black and beckoning him.” — Patrick W. Carr Fantasy-fiction Copy Share Image
“Once Errol righted himself into some semblance of horsemanship, they set off at an easy canter. That is, the other horses set… — Patrick W. Carr Fantasy-fiction Copy Share Image
“I never knew a woman could be fierce and beautiful and smart before I met you. Every time I see you I… — Patrick W. Carr Beauty Copy Share Image
“He pulled his hand back, aware now that sweat beaded on his forehead and that Rale watched him, his eyes dark, intense.… — Patrick W. Carr Drinking Copy Share Image
“A picture of the world, nothing more than a casting stone set in the heavens, intruded on Errol's dismay. World without end.… — Patrick W. Carr A-cast-of-stones Copy Share Image
“Her mouth set. "I've already lost one man I loved tonight. I will not lose the other." She glared at him. "And… — Patrick W. Carr Anger Copy Share Image
“Somebody's been feeding the boy fables. Probably the king's niece. Humph. Nice girl. Too many romantic notions, though.” — Patrick W. Carr Fables Copy Share Image
“The next day, the villages came closer together until the beginnings and endings could no longer be discerned.” — Patrick W. Carr A-cast-of-stones Copy Share Image
