Children do make life more interesting, he thought.
Wryly:
What was it Da said? Órlaith thought grimly. Yes, that it’s a great pity that fighting evil starts with killing evil’s conscripted farmers.
Wholly homelike was the wedge of apple pie with whipped cream, and a piece of yellow cheese beside it, sharp and dry and crumbly, just right to cut the rich sweetness of the pie filling and the butter...
Clan custom and law held that it was the public declaration of intent and then living together that made a handfasting; the ceremonies simply bore witness to it and asked blessings and luck of the Pow...
The knife he held was obsidian, sharp enough to cut a dream.
Ah, well, old girl, remember the definition of an Anglo-Saxon: A German who's forgotten his grandmother was Welsh.
Who dares, wins, he muttered to himself. Or gets royally banged about if things go south.
Be your own judge. But commit no trespass, remembering that where another's liberty begins your own inevitably meets its boundary.
He was of the Old Religion, like nearly all Mackenzies, and wouldn't object to a Catholic ceremony - his faith taught that all paths to the Divine were valid. Christians tended to be a little more exc...
Grief is the tribute we pay the dead, she said, matter-of-fact sympathy in her voice. But they don't ask more than we can afford to give. They've never really gone from us, you know, those we love; th...
Be as you wish to seem, an ancient had said. It was good advice. Because acting brave and being so are very much the same thing.
Likes to fight, does he? Sandra said thoughtfully.Oh, yeah. He says there are only two reasons to fight. Which are?Joy and death.Her mother's brows went up. Joy in death?No, no... For joy, to stretch...
They waited. Reiko let the silence and the sounds fill her. Having thought, I have acted, she thought. Let the arrow fly. In
Black soil flew up in divots; the horses’ heads pounded up and down like pistons, and he felt a sensation of rushing speed no machine could quite match as the great muscles flexed and bunched between...
Sandra nodded. Agreed. A…oh, God, let’s not call it a United Nations, shall we? That would doom things from the start.
Oh Powers of Earth and Sky, what is it that you’ve brought back, to run wild once more upon the ridge of the world?
Mackenzies buried a rapist at a crossroads, with a spear thrust in the soil above; and they buried him living when they could, as a sacrifice to turn aside the anger of the Earth Powers.
It doesn't stop being magic because you can you explain it, Father.
Dropped the idea of writing professionally and focused on earning a living. I’m fairly sure that was the wrong decision.
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