Of course, but certainly our lord could wait until morning. That’s why he makes new ones every day.
It’s only nice not being wanted for murder if you’ve actually killed someone. Otherwise, what’s the point? Besides, what makes you think I’m not wanted for murder?
Royce cast a harsh and anxious look at the prince.What? Alric asked.I thought we discussed the importance of keeping a low profile.Oh, please. The prince waved a hand at the thief. I don’t think it wi...
I’m Tekchin, he said, exchanging an empty gourd for a full one. The handsomest and most skilled of the Galantians. This brought an immediate and loud moan from the other Fhrey. That scar suggests othe...
The Song of Man, one of Reuben’s favorite poems, mentioned age, disease, and hunger as the Three Cruelties of Humanity. Fat Horace was clearly hunger. Pasty-faced, pockmarked Willard was disease, and...
I’m not going to kill these people, Hadrian said. They’re nice people. How do you know? I talked to them. You talked to me too. You’re not nice people. I know, I know, I have those wolf eyes that good...
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...
Just—don’t—move, Guy said with his hands spread out in front of him. He looked as if he were trying to catch a wild horse, and did not advance, dismount, or draw his sword.Just then the portcullis dro...
When the dead betray the living, the victims are memories.--The Book of Brin
Plotting was the antithesis of doing. The man who sits and schemes continues to sit while others achieve.
She noticed the bandage on Mauvin’s arm. You’re wounded?More embarrassed than anything. But that’s bound to happen when you’re a Pickering fighting beside Hadrian. Doesn’t really hurt that much, hones...
There, Hadrian said. Problem solved, and you aren’t wanted for murder. Isn’t that nice?It’s only nice not being wanted for murder if you’ve actually killed someone. Otherwise, what’s the point? Beside...
When you leave, Gwen said, take Mouse. Give Ryn’s horse to Myron.What does Myron need with a horse? he asked. Gwen just smiled, and Royce knew better than to question further. Okay, but I’m warning yo...
Losing leaves a bitter taste that lingers long after the sweetness of victory has been forgotten.
Royce saw to his horse’s needs; then, finding a suitable place, he unrolled his blanket and lay down.I take it we’re camping here, then?Royce said nothing, still refusing to acknowledge his existence....
Royce scanned the interior. Nobody home, he said at length.Wasn’t last time either. I’m surprised they haven’t tightened security up more.Oh yeah, a single break-in after centuries is something to sch...
One of the children lived.
If you can’t trust an ancient talking tree, what was the point of having one?
Unlike all other living things, people were never content to just live in a place, to be part of it; they always wanted to change things, to make places conform. Maybe that was why the gods and spirit...
No god, goddess, or spirit would ever inhabit or employ a chicken.
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