L.H. Leonard Quotes

Age whittles away at beauty, chips away at strength, and erodes sharpness of mind. Few are born with a notable endowment of any of those traits. Fewer still manage to fend off the merciless attack of time. Rotharia had battled its ravages and held her own for far longer than most.

If ever a man was too clever for his own good, it was the learned Daor Ranald. A middle-aged scholar with silver-rimmed spectacles and a curly brown mop of hair that refused any efforts at taming, he was always moving, talking, or reading. Often all at once.

Of average size for a plow horse, but conspicuously large for a man, the Buchanan shouldered between his companions with the apologetic restraint of one accustomed to fitting his bulk into an undersized world and wishing it wouldn't cower like that.