I see ranks ready for battle, stretching out. Five, six horses across, ranks in formation. Endlessly.
Janet MorrisWisdom, Niko thought as he leaned his cheek against his long-handled rake, cannot be had without price. And that price is blood. The sound of it in your veins. The pound of it in your head. The volume of it in a human body; the sickness when you've spilled it.
Janet MorrisIt was his soul's freedom that was in question. And that question was whether freedom was worth the price when it meant shirking the responsibilities of honor.
Janet Morris