She is the darkness.
Relway mused, Now that it’s happened I’m not so sure I’m happy with the outcome. Spared their racial theories The Call would’ve been good for TunFaire. He would appreciate their interest in law and or...
Order was what regular people wanted. Order and security were necessary before prosperity could take hold. The political crap, the who is going to be in charge, did not matter to most folks.
One-Eye scowled at Goblin. Keep it up, Barf Bag. You’ll be grocery shopping with the turtles. What the hell did that mean? Some kind of obscure shop talk? But Goblin was as croggled as the rest of us....
Lucky me, I’d ended up just getting another lesson revealing the basic blackness lying below the human heart. Once again I’d seen that, given incentive and opportunity, most anybody will jump at the c...
If brains were glazier’s putty, he couldn’t weatherproof a windowless room.
I had to search a moment before spotting the soft glow advancing along the aisles between enemy divisions. It surrounded a child on a big white horse, bearing a standard of red emblazoned with a white...
I guess I was getting blasé about windwhale-riding.
I believe in our side and theirs, with the good and evil decided after the fact, by those who survive.
He’d described himself as looking like a child molester waiting for a chance to strike. He wasn’t comfortable with his appearance.
First, Simplest Explanation. The simplest and most obvious explanation of any phenomenon is usually the correct one.
Evil is relative, Annalist. You can’t hang a sign on it. You can’t touch it or taste it or cut it with a sword. Evil depends on where you are standing, pointing your indicting finger.
Even Brownie had a comment, a small doggie whimper. She leaned against the outside of my right thigh. Yeah. I started scratching ears. Those beasts have selectively bred us for thousands of years.
An old, old formula came to mind, from back when I was very young indeed. I am a soldier. I said it first in the language I had spoken then, then repeated myself in Sleepy’s own Dejagoran dialect. I’v...
A club of sunshine whacked me right between the eyes. Like to laid me out. Gah! An ill omen for sure. These bright days are never kind. Everybody I ran into would be just like the weather: warm and su...
Troll? I squeaked. Yes. He’s got jaws like a saber-tithed tooger. Soobertoothed teegar. The goddamned growly things with the fangs.
The Dead Man once told me that monsters aren’t born, they’re made. That they are memorials which take years of cruelty to sculpt. And that while we should weep for the tortured child who served as raw...
One-Eye’s handicap in no way impairs his marvelous hindsight. Lightning
Okay, Croaker. What the hell happened?I don't know. The falling sickness?Give him some of his own soup, somebody suggested. Serve him right. A tin cup appeared. We forced its contents down his throat....
Mythology is one area where nobody wants to know the absolute truth because time has forged great symbols from raw materials supplied by ancient events. Prosaic distortions of fact metamorphose into p...