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.
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.
Everyone prepares for battle in his own way.
The gods want to bring a better day, and you are their messengers. Trust not in all you see. Trust only in your hearts. And in us, who love you both.
Tempus would be protected, better shielded from whatever the Stepson thought threatening, if love could heal and save.
This was what men fought for, what men died for: a chance at life, and to fight on other days - the battle of your choice, of the body, or the heart, or the soul.
Gods and politics are the tools with which the godless and unprincipled manipulate the gullible.
Gather the shards of your courage. Patch together what resolve you can. We'll find this thing - and kill it.
These Stepsons tread where mortals don't belong, some of us think. They seek out battle high above their station. Who knows what powers may yet take them and their mystic allies to task, bring them their comeuppance?
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.
The Fates are here because of supernal anger, celestial imbalance, and arrogance of men and gods that must be curbed.
I can start the rain. Bring thunder. Bring lightning. Want to see?
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. '
Always take responsibility for your past. It is your only collateral in life. Unless you despise yourself now, you cannot despise yourself then. Everything you did is a part of the process that brought you here. All your past is as alive and real as your so-called 'present. '
What is needed is never to be had without price.
For the gift of life, the only true thanks was in living fully, and facing death with honor.
Niko knew death like a sister - she was his true partner in the phenomenal world.
I survive. I survived it all then and I'll survive the rest of it. Without your help.
Something is going on everywhere, most of which no one understands.
Here Stormbringer spies the Stepsons, the Theban fighters, and the 3rd Commando, attending to their own. In the face of such unflinching determination and unswerving devotion, the hurricane pauses and calms. Its ravings turn to mutters.
When I write what publishers call 'fantasy' I am writing in what I think is the most important tradition of fiction: starting with Homer and up through Shakespeare and Milton, the most important themes to tackle are those of the mythopoeic domain, tales of the body and mind seen through a temperament and a cosmos divorced from current reality so what is said can be more clear.