You look concerned.Just that if you've started another war, I'd like a heads-up is all.The level of confidence you have in my diplomatic skills is overwhelming.What diplomatic skills?
Why does this always happen? Royce asked. Why are we always hanging on a wall, waiting to die by slow vivisection? I just want to point out that this was your idea—again.I’ve been waiting for that. Bu...
Where is Esra, anyway? Did you leave him at the river?He didn’t stop back here? Royce asked. They shook their heads. Doesn’t mean anything; he’d be a fool to come back to the village. He’s likely hidi...
Where are you from, Hadrian? Hintindar originally—a little village south of here in Rhenydd. Originally? What’s that supposed to mean? You got yourself born someplace else recently?
Well, do you still make that marvelous wine? The pale red one, with a hint of nuts? I’ve boasted about it all the way here.There was a vineyard once, up on the slope of the Horn Ridge, Persephone said...
They came to a bend in the road where it turned more west than north, and there at the turn was a squat fir tree that for the last quarter mile Hadrian had suspected might be a bear. Coincidentally, a...
The right word, said at the right moment, can work magic, he was fond of saying. You merely need to understand power, where it comes from, and the direction it flows.
Raithe enjoyed a good campfire. Something comforting about the dancing light, the smell of smoke, and the way his face and chest were hot but his backside cold. He sensed a profound meaning in this du...
My love, I give you; Into Elan, I send you; Forgive me, I beg you; Be at peace, I ask you; May whatever good is in this universe watch over your journey.
How's your foot? Hadrian asked.It hurts.He had a good hold.Bit right through my boot.Yeah, that looked painful.So why exactly didn't you help?Hadrian shrugged. It was a dog, Royce. A cute, little dog....
Gwen, Etta said, I don’t know what in the kingdom you were thinking when you told us to pack our stuff-you know we ain’t got no stuff.
Getting older, Mawyndulë, is like climbing a mountain. The higher you go, the greater the view. From time to time, you look back. At such heights, you can see paths behind you: the trails you took and...
Why are you here?Oh— I came to tell the chieftain we’re going to die. The girl said it quickly and with the same casual indifference as if she were announcing that the sun sets in the evening. Perseph...