Books are nothing but repositories for those lies the author wants his reader to believe.
When I reflect on my companions’ inner natures I usually wish I controlled one small talent. I wish I could look inside them and unmask the darks and brights that move them. Then I take a quick look i...
Thunderheads with lightning swords aflash on their brows grumbled and pounded the badlands, reminding me that trouble was not far away.
They steal our yesterdays and leave us no youth but that of our children.…
There was no peace inside the bounds spanned by God’s Peace. Because men did not just demand submission to the Will of God, they demanded submission to themselves. Nor could they agree what the Will o...
There is no vengeance as terrible as the vengeance a coward plots in the dark of his heart.
The lower ranks have the privilege of questioning the sanity and competence of their commanders. It’s the mortar holding an army together.
The fugitive blew through a doorway. I was only two steps behind, but when I got there the door was closed and locked. I flung one granite shoulder against it. It gave about a thousandth of an inch. Y...
The Lady made a few gestures around Bomanz—who looked pretty moth-eaten—and said a few words in a language I did not understand. Why do sorcerers always use languages nobody understands? Even Goblin a...
That is something I like to look at with any villain. What twists and knots went into the thread tying the creature at Charm to the little girl who was? Consider little children. There are not many of...
Smeds could see the shadow of the future. Get Old Man Fish and Timmy Locan to kype the spike. Get dumb old Smeds to croak them when they do. Then take the loot and walk. Who is Smeds going to complain...
Singe stopped. You are quite right about Medford Shale, Garrett. Great-uncle Medford had figured prominently in the case where I’d first made Singe’s acquaintance. Just as you were right about me need...
Second, the Stupidity Test. It’s unnecessary to invoke complex, convoluted conspiracy theories where plain old human stupidity suffices as an explanation.
Raven is an asset in any game including One-Eye. One-Eye cheats. But never when Raven is playing.
Pull up a step, Ace, I told him. He did, but he had the fidgets. He kept looking for his lucky exit. I told him, I didn’t really want you. But I can’t get ahold of Winger. Not that I’d tried. What? Wh...
One’s own yesterday is a ghost that will not be laid. Death is the only exorcism.
Little people have to hate, have to blame someone for their own inadequacies.
I was suspicious immediately. Be abidingly suspicious of any teenage male who is mannerly, respectful, and absent attitude. That kid is up to something. Guaranteed
I can laugh at peasants and townies chained all their lives to a tiny corner of the earth while I roam its face and see its wonders, but when I go down, there will be no child to carry my name, no fam...
He surveyed his audience with that look of sublime solemnity only a drunk can muster.