Royce is a survivor. You’ve never seen the beast, and he’s lived his whole life in its stomach, yet managed not to be digested.
Royce dismounted and handed the reins of his horse to Hadrian. I’m going to scout up ahead and make sure there are no surprises waiting. He left with surprising swiftness in a hunched run. He entered...
Power rises to the top like cream and dominates the weak with cruelty disguised as -- and often even believed to be -- benevolence.
People are afraid of what they do not understand.
One of the children lived.
No god, goddess, or spirit would ever inhabit or employ a chicken.
Just another game he played in a world where heroes were legends and honor was a myth.
It's not easy to subdue a person bigger than you and not hurt him in the process. Well, I think I found your problem, then. Why don't we try hurting him?
It amounts to the same thing. The abbot once told me that lying was a betrayal to one’s self. It’s evidence of self-loathing. When you are so ashamed of your actions, thoughts, or intentions, you lie...
If you don't abandon hope on pleasant days, why do so on those that begin poorly?
And I wish to thank you as well, Royce.He was puzzled. For what? For reminding me that anyone, no matter what they've done, can find redemption if they seek it.
You’re too arrogant for your own good, Galien accused him defensively. The man is an imperial wizard. What he is capable of is beyond your comprehension. For all we know, he may have been visiting her...
You sacrificed yourself to save us; good for you, but you only had to do it once.
You really catch a pig in the dark?
You ready? Royce asked. For what? Turn around. Let’s go back-to-back and link arms.
Why didn’t we ever consider sailing as a profession? Hadrian asked Royce as he moved to the side and faced the wind. He took a deep, satisfying breath and smiled. This is nice. A lot better than a swe...
Well, I did see The Crown Conspiracy while in Colnora. I found the sets pathetic and the orchestration horrible, but the story was good.
Time to die, you fat cow!
This isn’t the future I’d expected. Even a glowing wasteland or Mad Max desolation would have been better. No God. No family. No country or patriotism. Just a bunch of Ken dolls without Barbies. The g...
They smiled too much, were quick to compliment and support, but behind the stretched lips and soft words was a judgment. No one was ever good enough—at least not until they were dead. The dead were ex...