7 Quotes by Jennifer Roberson

And we are made different. On the instant. What we know, what we were, is banished by that instant, razed like a castle under siege, and nothing is recognizable is left. The world is unmade.

Pain, Rhuan decided, did not simply hurt. Pain also exhausted a person, sapped his soul, thinned his spirit. Worse, pain was tedious.

Del’s face was ravaged. “Tiger, please – ” I shook my head. “You told me once I loved you. Maybe so. Maybe I do. But right now, with all of this, I find it very hard even to like you.” Del, too shocked, said nothing. I turned the stud loose and rode.

It’s difficult admitting you’re wrong. Even more difficult admitting it when you have scoffed and otherwise ridiculed the truth with blind, unremitting determination, so blithely confident in your own infallibility. But then one day – or one night – the truth is put into your hands, and you realize those stories and songs and legends told by Northern strangers are truths after all, and that no one has lied to you.

Plainly, Del was irritated. “Oh, Tiger, I swear – you have become an old man. What happened to the days when you would sit up all night swilling amnit or aqivi, trading lies in cantinas?” “I met you,” I retorted. “I joined up with you and got the hoolies beat out of me more times than I can count.” I stood up slowly and rewrapped pelts around my shoulders. “Is that answer enough for you?” Del, taken aback, said nothing in return. I went off to bed.

You’re almost never willing to agree with me; that’s not what I mean. I mean the latter. You’re the one who claims religion is nonsense.” “I used to say the same about magic, too, and look where it got me.

Del’s mouth twisted. “You want three women. Why am I not surprised?” I grinned. “You don’t understand men, bascha.” “No,” she agreed dryly. “I have met few examples worth the trouble of learning.