Janet Morris Quotes

Death is a doorway, Niko, that leads to an adventure greater than any you have ever known.

Death's easy to find. If She wants you, you'll meet Her here as well as anywhere.

Strife brings all things into being on her battlefield. This I know. I have been there many times," says Vashanka, lord of sack and pillage. "I have died before.

Time is so...fluid where I live

What wastrel mankind destroyed takes time for nature to put to rights.

Revenge is never the best driver for a battle, but a common one.

Wisdom, Niko thought as he leaned his cheek against his long-handled rake, cannot be had without price.

Use him wisely. Few have been given such a weapon by the gods or Fates before.

Every man's in his own hands, with a little help from his brothers.

For me, myth is the 'common' language of us all.

Men live, and then they die. It is the quality of the process of living which matters, that and that alone.

Don't blame yourself, or worry. Neither does a bit of good.

I won't go back and live in the sea again.

I want to live like a man.

I can start the rain. Bring thunder. Bring lightning. Want to see?

Grab reality by the balls and squeeze.

Vengeance is disappointing, always.

"Learn what can, and cannot, be asked from destiny."

Only so much can be borne from men, so much from gods

Learn when to fear, and how to fear, and how much to fear, before you squander all you have left.

I must decide if you deserve to die.

Her idea of who's worth what ain't mine.

As Seth's apprentice, I've learned wisdom of which you've never dreamed.

Time to unite the Sacred Bands, Thebans and his people: one unit, one heart, one swing through life.

Some nights, one wants to tell beloveds everything that's been waiting to be said. Some nights, a man needs flesh and blood and warm breath and a loving heart.

‎Niko and his women will be the death of all the Stepsons yet.

There are stranger things here than Thebans know about.

Why is it we are always the targets of the angry Fates? Twice as many men of ours met harm as did theirs, since we've come here.

What would the world be without him, and those like him?

I'm just a weapon of the god.

One lot apiece, one chance to undo an error or secure a fate.

I'm going to kill that god of yours, next. Then we'll see what you can do, and what you can't.

Valor was in Nikodemos, unquestionable, and commitment like trees to stand or night to fall.

Keep your enemies at a distance, your partners close at hand.

What is needed is never to be had without price.

Bandara was not an easy place to return to: it could hide from the common worlds whose periphery it inhabited. But Bandara never had, in all its years, completely disappeared.

You're talent, and we're the talent scouts.

Order is its own reward.

Every man heals himself.

A wise one determines his own fate.

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.'

The Fates are here because of supernal anger, celestial imbalance, and arrogance of men and gods that must be curbed.

But she has found real love, and love can heal and save.

It's in the god's hands.

‎What doesn't bend must break, when dooms are apportioned and destiny takes the lead. As it will now, and as it must, until this struggle ends.

Makes you wonder if the gods are always right.

Look to the souls of Your own soldiers, God, who labor in Thine awful cause.

Stop grieving. Start giving thanks to me. You live to fight on other days.

War's balance will prevail.

Reasons never matter, once Death comes cold and bold and takes the living by the hand. You count up your dead, every one.