Janet Ellen Morris (born May 25, 1946) is an American author of fiction and nonfiction, best known for her fantasy and science fiction and her authorship of a non-lethal weapons concept for the U.S. military.
But she has found real love, and love can heal and save.
This is for you. A mage named Randal told me to give it to the Band if you ever came back. 'It surmounts evil,' he told me, 'keeps doom at bay. '
There are stranger things here than Thebans know about.
Every man heals himself.
Humiliation sets armies marching, empires falling, breaks hearts and minds and souls.
It is upon each soul to recognize its limit.
Nature has a surer plan than mortals can devise.
The heavens listen to what is said on these cobbles. Laws of man and nature come together here. Here you must be firm. Here you must be true.
All gods are tricksters, and war gods worst of any.
Tempus never left a problem for another to solve. Tempus never let the pain or difficulty of an undertaking persuade him not to pursue a resolution his heart thought was right. Tempus never gave up.
What is needed is never to be had without price.
War is all and king of all
Shed your mortal skin and let me take you beneath the waves.
Tempus wanders eternally, bringing death to whomever loves him and being spurned by whomsoever he shall love.
I don't want to be any closer to the gods than death will bring me.
One lot apiece, one chance to undo an error or secure a fate.
Sometimes a man does what he'd most like to avoid.
Sacred Bands and elite squadrons aren't what the mercenaries' guild is about. Field them at your peril.
I'm going to kill that god of yours, next. Then we'll see what you can do, and what you can't.
Go carefully, child of mat, where no mercy can be had, and let your faith lead you on.