Wars come and go; politics endure.

Love is hard, harder than steel and thrice as cruel. It is inexorable as the tides, and life and death alike follow in its wake.

All exiles carry a map within them that points the way homeward.

The tapestry of history is woven of many threads.

It's funny, because in deference to conventional wisdom, I spent my struggling writer years trying to suppress my naturally baroque literary voice and write clean, spare prose. I finally gave up and embraced my baroque tendencies when I wrote the Kushiel series.

It is not everyday that one learns an entire militia has sworn unbeknownest to obey you

If you thought better of me, you would not be so surprised