Part of manhood, I am thinking, is to ponder one’s words before opening one’s mouth.
Jongleur’s eyelids slid up and he turned to regard them. Renie wondered if her own sim face would register a guilty flush. If you have the energy to whisper like schoolchildren, he said, then you no d...
The dragon's blood had changed him, he realized. Not in a magical way, like in one of Shem Horsegroom's old stones - he couldn't understand the speech of animals, or see a hundred leagues. Well, that...
That is what I hate about ruling and royalty, Simon. It is living, breathing people with whom a prince plays the games of statecraft.
That is the problem with rumors, said Avin Brone. It is very hard to prove that things are not true—much more difficult than proving they are.
If your enemy comes to speak bearing a sword, open your door to him and speak, but keep your own sword at hand. If he comes to you empty-handed, greet him the same way. But if he comes to you bearing...
Ho! We are being taunted by some sort of otherworldly fireflies. Someone fetch me my rifle!
He shouldn't have had to die.Nobody should have to die, Miriamele said slowly. Especially while they're still alive.
God’s Blood, have we truly become old? he wondered. I do not feel old. I feel the same, but . . . weathered. Like a ship that has plowed the same waves for many years. The rigging is slack, the sails...
God shapes us with a hammer of pain on an anvil of duty. I cannot imagine what shape we will be when He is finished.
Fight and live, fight and die, God waits for all.
Every time you open your mouth, Clarence said, you just seem older and weirder.
The road to Heaven is paved with bullshit and busy work.
Stupid people trying to manage me sends me into acute depression.
You dog! she said, so loud that half the crowded tavern turned to watch. A few days past the walls of the inner keep and you think your pizzle has turned to solid silver? At least when Nevin Hewney fa...
When you were old, did your memories crowd out your other thoughts? Or did you lose them—your childhood, your hated enemies, your friends?
When it falls on your head, then you are knowing it is a rock.
Were all these castle folk in their ornate finery no more than confused souls hiding inside costumes, as the hard shells of snails protected the helpless, naked things that lived within them?
The wise man is not waiting for the realness of the world to prove itself to him. How can one be an authority before the experiencing of this realness? My master taught me—and to me it seems chash, me...
Strip off the branches and make the logs smooth, the quail said in the voice of a mischievous girl-child. Didn’t your mother and father teach you anything? Paul stared. It was not the strangest thing...