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.
I really know the implications, and you don’t. We’re not talking about a better breed of catapults or . . . or D&D hit levels.
By... earth, he said, more a movement of the lips than a thing of the throat and air. By... sky...Another breath, and it did hurt a little now. The next was harder. The women leaned over him, the moth...
The Covenstead at the center of the town . . . no, the Saints called it a Meeting House. The center was a big hall lit by clerestory windows around the edge where the bright light of dawn showed. One...
You can learn by listening, or by getting whacked between the eyes with a two-by-four. I always found listening easier.
Myths are lies; but I believe in the of myths the way I believe in rocks.
It wasn’t taking the trip well; cats seldom did, being little furry Republicans with an in-built aversion to change.
It just took so much effort to get anything done without machinery, particularly since nobody really knew how to do a lot of the necessary things by hand. There were descriptions in books, but they al...
He wasn’t afraid a pipe now and then would kill him. As far as he could tell, a lot of the old Americans had been quivering daisies who thought they’d live forever if only they were careful enough, as...
And doesn’t everything die and return; the grass, the trees, the fields? Why not us?
. . you should always kick a man when he's down. It's much easier then.
Referring to an obsession with Tolkien's Middle Earth): I meet a beautiful American heiress, I like her, she likes me . . . and then she turns out to be a fundamentalist with a more literal interpreta...
″May you leave without returning and fall without rising, addressed to the lovely darlin′ man himself. The which is perhaps a little too close to a curse for comfort, but sometimes things need to be s...
If wisdom was easy any fool would be able to do it.
Strange, isn't it, that it's always more difficult to talk people of killing each other than it?
It did a man no harm to get drunk now and then, but only now and then.
And he kills without fear, or anger, or hate, with regret even, simply because its necessary. That's rare, and it's rare still among the really first-rate. God help the enemy that finally frightens hi...
We had to become other than we were, or cease to be at all,