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...
Wryly:
The knife he held was obsidian, sharp enough to cut a dream.
Children do make life more interesting, he thought.
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...
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.
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 your own judge. But commit no trespass, remembering that where another's liberty begins your own inevitably meets its boundary.
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.
Ah, well, old girl, remember the definition of an Anglo-Saxon: A German who's forgotten his grandmother was Welsh.
From that valley near the Tetons, over past the Wind River
Who dares, wins, he muttered to himself. Or gets royally banged about if things go south.
Sandra nodded. Agreed. A…oh, God, let’s not call it a United Nations, shall we? That would doom things from the start.
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...
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...
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...
Because in this life everything, absolutely everything, is either a challenge or a reward,
The only
Dropped the idea of writing professionally and focused on earning a living. I’m fairly sure that was the wrong decision.
They waited. Reiko let the silence and the sounds fill her. Having thought, I have acted, she thought. Let the arrow fly. In