Terry Mancour Quotes

No matter what else happened, I could count on Alya and the kids surviving this attack. That gave me
confidence.
Me? That was another story. I was about to do something stupid.

I know, " she said, flatly. "Antimei warned me that you would 'transform' me. I was hoping it would be into a frog, or a racquiel, or perhaps a bear -- I've always wanted to be a bear! Not a 'proper young lady'!" she said, bitterly.

Once upon a time, in a tiny village called Talry on the bank of the great river Burine, in the Riverlands Barony of Varune, the Duchy of Castal, a Great and Powerful Mage was born unto a common man and his wife. I'll spare you the suspense. It was me.

If I didn't know better, I'd swear he was trying to charm her. Of course the transgenically-enchanted Alka Alon, male and female, were beings of surpassing beauty in human eyes, I'd learned. But few humans would have the temerity to even consider such a liaison. Tyndal apparently had a secret temerity mine somewhere I didn't know about. "What

It is the lord's duty to his domain to provide adequate defense for his folk during a time of war or crisis.

You burn down an entire town, and don't even invoke me?" an angry female voice asked from behind me.
"I didn't think you'd be interested," I shrugged, bending back to my work.
"It was a huge whopping fire!" she snorted. "I'm a fire goddess! That's my primal function! Flaming hells, you were using thermite! Thermite!" she repeated. "How would I not be interested?"
"Did no one else invoke you?" I asked, as I continued to work.
"Certainly! Hundreds did! There was a fire elemental rolling around in there for a while! I showed up personally! But did my most famous lay worshipper bother to invoke me, and share the exquisite bliss of thousands of degrees of pure combustible magic? Minalan!" she pleaded. "Are you losing interest in me?"
"Now, now," I chuckled, "the truth is I was just busy. Astyral was showing off, and I had to give him my full attention. Having a pretty goddess around, making sex noises while she watched the blaze, might have been distracting."
"I don't make sex noises!" she declared, defensively. "I . . . I just . . I'm a fire goddess, it's what I do!" she said, nearly whining.

When a woman encounters a man of that quality," Penny continued, solemnly, "she dedicates herself to making herself worthy of him.

temples can wield great power, for they can motivate the masses to ignore self-preservation in the name of a holy cause. They have moral power, as well, ideally. But most are run by petty people with odd ideas about a civil society.

I would venture to say none of us understand the road we walk," he said, philosophically. "You may be a bit better prepared, but we are all traveling blindly into a future that is murky to us. Death or delight may be around the next bend, we never know. Nor can we. We can merely prepare ourselves and walk bravely forward." I

you've exceeded expectations for a prince charming pretty much every step of the way." "I still have bad habits," he pointed out. "Leaving my socks on the floor. Waging wholesale slaughter and pillaging innocent worlds. Swearing.

It's my choices that have gotten me here in the first place," I sighed. "Everyone has to be somewhere," he shrugged. "And where we are is always the result of the steps we've chosen to take.

When faced with your imminent death, the wise man reaches into the depths of his soul, grabs his sword, and does what is proper. The gods have a way of treating you like a two-penny whore on payday, but at least you might face the experience with the faintest bit of dignity.

To not give your foe the respect that he is due gives him an opening in your defenses that he can exploit.

It can be hard on a man, to face a situation that seems hopeless at the outset," he continued, steadily. "But your die was cast, and you have little choice but accept the situation as it is, and not as you wish it would be. You must act, though every part of you wants to freeze up or flee. What you do at the beginning is critical.

Her mother had been slightly less diplomatic. To her I'd always be "that nice barbarian boy.