People in science fiction flicks always seemed to know useful things about the places time travel took them. But what if the time traveler had been only an average history student? What then?

Confident. Cocky. Lazy. Dead.

Has everyone gone mad?” “Everyone was mad already, my lady,” Cadrach said with a strange, sorrowful smile. “It is merely that the times have brought it out in them.

The world was all mud and wire. The war in the heavens was only a faint imitation of the horror men had learned to make.

Never make your home in a place. Make a home for yourself inside your own head. You'll find what you need to furnish it - memory, friends you can trust, love of learning, and other such things. That way it will go with you wherever you journey.

Every man is the hero of his own song.

He had once thought it was strange to have a friend you'd never met. Now it was even stranger, losing a friend you'd never really had