Perhaps the gods punish us by bringing us face to face with our own foolish mistakes, condemning us to watch our children fall into the same traps that crippled us.
People are intimidated by a man who acts with no apparent regard for consequences. Behave as if you cannot be touched and no one will dare to touch you.
Patience had once counseled me that the best way to stop pitying myself was to do something for someone else.
Passed through fire and plunged through salt water and offered to the winds of the air; thus were names sealed to these chosen children.
Ours was a ragged and uneven parting. Each of us had intended to see the other again. Each of us had had final words to say. My days with the Fool ended like a half-played game of Stones, the outcome...
Other men might dream of high honors or riches or deeds of valor sung by minstrels. I wanted to come to a small cot as light faded, to sit in a chair by a fire, my back aching from work, my hands roug...
Not babies perhaps. But I know about young things. Foals, puppies, calves, piglets. Even hunting cats. I know if you want them to trust you, you touch them when they are small. Gently, but firmly, so...
No one can have so little that someone else can find nothing to envy. Poverty and simplicity were not shields from the greed of others. If you had nothing left to steal, they'd take your body and ensl...
No matter what name they call us by, you will always be mine. And I am yours, Bee. And I will always do everything in my power to protect you. Do you understand that?... I will always need you. I will...
My fate was a runaway horse, dragging destruction like a broken cart through so many lives.
My blood will only buy you that fool's regard. I will pay a high price for you to be respected by a churl. Nothing bought with blood is worth having, young man.
Most prisons are of our own making. A man makes his own freedom, too.
Many will rant and rave against the garment fate has woven for them, but they pick it up and don it all the same, and most wear it to the end of their days. You... you would rather go naked into the s...
Love can exist without need
I’ve just been living from day to day. Waiting for something or someone else to change the situation. His eyes studied her face, looking for a reaction to his next words. I think I need to make a real...
It's a fine day for a prayer. But then, most days are.''That's what you were doing? Praying?' At his nod, I asked, 'For what do you petition the gods?'He raised his brows. 'Petition?''Isn't that what...
It would be ironic,' I panted to Burrich and Dutiful, 'if after all these years of longing to die, he finally perished in an attempt to live.'Burrich snorted. 'We all perish in our last attempt to liv...
I don't think I can stand it much longer, he warned her. Something will have to give way. And I fear it will be me… I've just been living from day to day. Waiting for something or someone else to chan...
I could not help but see the hand of the balancer in all of this. Could hatred and determination be a counterweight to organization and experience? I suddenly understood something about the old god of...
He leaned forward, eyes gleaming with enthusiasm. As he spoke, he lifted the kettle from the oil flame and poured steaming water into the cup and a bowl. Ginger and cinnamon wafted toward me. All of t...