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Companions on the Road (1975)Edit

All page numbers from the mass market paperback edition published by Bantam Books, ISBN 0-553-12697-0
  • All in all he had not done badly out of the war, but the smells of it, the sights of it, and the cries of pain that attended it like the vultures, had sickened and soured him. Yes, he could fight well enough. And kill efficiently. He feared death, like other men, but could put that from his mind in battle, and he was no fool with a sword or knife. But several smoking ruins ago there had come a curious shift inside himself. He had lost his sense of purpose in the war; he supposed because it was not truly his own purpose but that of the King.
    • Chapter 1, “Avillis” (p. 4)
  • Odd, how different different men’s fears could be.
    • Chapter 1, “Avillis” (p. 7)
  • He had been too near the hard facts of religions as a child to find it soothing.
    • Chapter 1, “Avillis” (p. 8)
  • Wealth, or large amounts of possessions seemed to him limiting. They brought their own prison with them. He preferred, since he had once known a kind of prison, to travel free.
    • Chapter 2, “The Chalice” (p. 16)
  • For an instant a half-formed prayer struggled into Havor’s mouth. But he could not utter it. Not for himself. For him those words were already drowned by the noise the thong-whip had made, or the sounds of children crying out of hunger or the cold or sheer misery in that grey house of orphans in the far North, eight years ago.
    • Chapter 7, “The Snow-Waste” (p. 69)
  • I know the old ways. There’s nothing evil there, only strange, and not even strange when you know it.
    • Chapter 9, “The Dark” (p. 98)

The Winter Players (1976)Edit

All page numbers from the mass market paperback edition published by Bantam Books, ISBN 0-553-12697-0
  • When you fell in the sea, you should have heard them cheer. I made them rope the yard and fish you up. I said a ducking in water washes the witch-skill out of a woman until next full moon, and it would be bad luck to let you drown. How about that for a clever story? They’d believe anything if you make it sound silly enough.
    • Chapter 3, “Red Ship” (p. 136)
  • Spells are words, and words are merely noises. You are the sorceress, not your instruction. Don’t limit yourself.
    • Chapter 5, “Black Room, Black Road” (p. 157)
  • There were clouds like sharks with open jaws in the sky that morning.
    • Chapter 6, “Blue Cave” (p. 170)

Into Gold (1986)Edit

Originally appeared in the March 1986 issue of Asimov's Science Fiction magazine, and often reprinted
  • “Sometimes, Skorous,” Draco said, “you are a fool.”
    “Sometimes I am not alone in that.”

The Dragon Hoard (1971)Edit

Page number from the Magic Quest edition published by Tempo Books ISBN 0-441-16621-0
  • We should go and ask the princess for help. She seems very nice, and she’s much too beautiful to be unkind.
    • Chapter 7 (p. 110)

The Birthgrave (1975)Edit

All page numbers from the first edition published by Daw Books
  • White was the most fashionable color among the nobility and the rich. Because, of course, white is so easily dirtied, and only the wealthy would do little enough that it could not be spoiled.
    • Book One, Part IV “Ankurum”, Chapter 5 (p. 108)
  • It’s legend now, but legend is the smoke from the fire, and the wood that the fire consumes is the substance.
    • Book Two, Part I “Across the Ring”, Chapter 2 (p. 151)
  • Now there was that look of waiting, and submission—not the frenzy of the stadium, but the quiet sleep-trance of belief. Something stirred in me at it, as I realized I had them in my palm. I stood very still in my white and black, holding the copper things in my hands, and then I began to walk between them toward the god. And I laughed at the god as I went toward him. You—what are you? And he had no answer for me, for here it was the priest who was the power, not the god, poor empty stone.
    • Book Two, Part I “Across the Ring”, Chapter 3 (p. 155)
  • I raised my arms as if in prayer and heard the mutter of response behind me. Then I scattered the dried grains, red and brown and black, and studied the patterns they formed on the stone ledge before Sibbos. This is not such a mystic thing. You see what it is sensible to see, or else you interpret what you see so that the meaning comes out as you want it.
    • Book Two, Part I “Across the Ring”, Chapter 3 (p. 155)
  • Sickness, the serpent, is coming to bite you,
    Death, the old dark man, is coming to carry you off,
    Rest uneasy, you stinking carrion, on your gold beds.
    • Book Two, Part II “The Water”, Chapter 1 (p. 170)
  • “What do I care for the god?” the woman suddenly screamed, catching up her dead child. “What god is he that takes away my son and leaves me nothing?”
    • Book Two, Part II “The Water”, Chapter 1 (p. 173)
  • I should have felt pity, but I felt only contempt. I knew had it been a girl she would have mourned less, and it angered me.
    • Book Two, Part II “The Water”, Chapter 1 (p. 173)
  • And now, Uastis, get up. This room is architecturally designed to please the eye, and your present position mars it for me.
    • Book Two, Part III “The Dark City”, Chapter 2 (p. 191)
  • Strange, that when we feel we understand all things, we understand nothing. Strange, that when we feel we understand nothing, we have begun, at last, to understand.
    • Book Two, Part III “The Dark City”, Chapter 3 (p. 200)
  • I do not know why it distressed me so much to see an animal die when human death did not move me. Perhaps because they were more beautiful, and there is no corruption in them, while in the best of men there can always be found some guilt or wickedness which seems to have earned him death.
    • Book Two, Part IV “War March”, Chapter 3 (p. 246)
  • Anxiety grew, the fear that always comes when an established pattern falters.
    • Book Two, Part IV “War March”, Chapter 7 (p. 268)
  • We are the sum of our achievements, nothing more and nothing less. The mountain road which led us here was built by a dead people none of us would remember otherwise. What we create is the only part of us which can survive, or has the right to. Man is nothing, except to other men.
    • Book Two, Part V “Tower-Eshkorek”, Chapter 3 (p. 303)
  • Vazkor had picked his creatures well—narrow, unintelligent men, good fighters, unafraid because they had no imagination, loyal because they responded to their own sense, and until now, there had always been enough food and wine, women and prestige; trustworthy in this last extremity because the old order had been good to them, and Vazkor seemed able to restore it.
    • Book Two, Part V “Tower-Eshkorek”, Chapter 4 (p. 305)
  • I would be a drudge now, among the tents, and I would kneel before the warriors, and run from them when they shouted at me. I would be a woman, as women were reckoned in this place, a half-souled, witless animal, created to bear and pleasure men: an afterthought of the god.
    • Book Three, Part I “Snake’s Road”, Chapter 2 (p. 323)
  • “When will they fight?” I asked.
    “Tomorrow. Daybreak. It is man’s work.”
    I laughed. “I too have fought and killed, Kotta. It is the work of fools, not men.”
    • Book Three, Part I “Snake’s Road”, Chapter 3 (p. 333)
  • True beauty is always oddly surprising.
    • Book Three, Part II “The Edge of the Sea”, Chapter 2 (p. 353)
  • I cried out. I turned the pages, one after the other, in a frenzy. I could not believe what I saw, would not believe it. For the pages of the book were blank.
    Oh, yes, there had been writing, this much I could see, but the inks had faded. Now there were only faint smudges and marks here and there on the yellowness. And I could tell nothing from them…
    It came to me, as I walked, how bitter the irony of the Book had been which had said: Herein the Truth. For it had a truth of its own in its bleached barrenness. What was truth except something which faded, lost its shape, grew unreadable and indistinguishable, at last a blank page for men to write on what they wished.
    • Book Three, Part II “The Edge of the Sea”, Chapter 2 (p. 357)
  • “All my life,” I said, “knowledge has come to me for which I was not ready.”
    • Book Three, Part III “Inside the Hollow Star”, Chapter 1 (p. 379)
  • “Uasti was a good teacher,” he said. “She made you look a little way into yourself, see what you could become.”
    • Book Three, Part III “Inside the Hollow Star”, Chapter 5 (p. 402)
  • “Don’t judge yourself,” he said. “None of us are ever good at it.”
    • Book Three, Part III “Inside the Hollow Star”, Chapter 5 (p. 402)
  • “Now you understand,” Rarm said to me. “It was the last cut against yourself to become convinced of your own hideousness. You held to it and nurtured it, and even identified with the devil goddess of Orash in your determination to be accursed. And it never occurred to you that perhaps you saw a false image under the mountain.”
    • Book Three, Part III “Inside the Hollow Star”, Chapter 5 (p. 405)
  • I am alone. No one stands beside me. I have no Dark Prince to ride in my chariot, to walk with me, to hold me to him. I have no one. And yet. I myself, at last, I have myself. And to me, at this time, it seems enough. It seems more, much more, than enough.
    • Book Three, Part III “Inside the Hollow Star”, Chapter 6 (p. 408; closing words)

The Storm Lord (1976)Edit

All page numbers from the first edition published by Daw Books
  • “Is it the regency you want, or me?”
    “The regency. You, sweetheart, are the worthless dross that comes with it.”
    • Book 1, “The Amber Witch” Chapter 3 (p. 47)
  • “Anackire asks nothing because she needs nothing, being everything,” Raldnor said tightly, using a quotation of the temple.
    The Ommos laughed gently and shook his head.
    “Such undemanding gods.”
    • Book 2, “Ruins and Bright Towers” Chapter 5 (p. 79)
  • “I think Kathaos fears no divine forces.”
    “Then he’s a brave man.”
    “Oh, men make their own gods,” Yannul remarked. “I have a god with a fat belly, and a house full of expensive women to attend his every need, and I call him Yannul the Lan in Five Years from This.”
    • Book 3, “The Meteoric Hero” Chapter 9 (p. 117)
  • A man hunted only for food or clothing or in self-defense. It was another mark of the effete and the sadistic to take life as a sport.
    • Chapter 11 (p. 155)
  • Such an accusation is as stupid as it is absurd.
    • Chapter 11 (p. 160)
  • A day out from the bay of Saardos, Drokler honored the brass Rorn god in the prow with a pound of incense.
    The blank god mask stared back at them through the pall of sweet blue smoke....It gazed in myopic stillness out over the long shock of the waves, ignoring their words, their presence, their costly offering.
    • Book 4, “Hell’s Blue Burning Seas” Chapter 15 (p. 208)
  • What a son I’ve made. The midwives must have turned me in my labor so that I lay on your brain and crushed it.
    • Book 5, “The Serpent Wakes” Chapter 21 (p. 286)
  • There was no room in him for curiosity; The capacity for observation had long since starved on the aridness of his soul.
    • Chapter 22 (p. 303)
  • “I have a plan,” said Xaros, “improbable only in its genius.”
    • Chapter 22 (p. 310)
  • Men think for themselves when they’re men.
    • Book 6, “Sunrise” Chapter 25 (p. 343)

Don't Bite the Sun (1976)Edit

All page numbers from the first edition published by Daw Books
  • Thinta flew safely, and I realized how much I preferred being with Hergal and feeling the blood drain out of my head with fright. Actually when I’m with Hergal I always realize how much I prefer being with Thinta and not feeling the blood drain out of my head with fright.
    • Part 1, Chapter 3 (p. 22)
  • Anyhow, I arrived, and I did feel pretty weird, actually, as if I’d left something behind. My head or something.
    • Part 1, Chapter 4 (p. 28)
  • “Can I appeal?”
    “Oh yes.”
    “Will it do any good?”
    “None whatsoever.”
    • Part 1, Chapter 4 (p. 28)
  • “Sorry,” I said sweetly, “I’m the new one with the quick temper and the uncontrollable homicidal tendencies.”
    • Part 3, Chapter 8 (p. 96)
  • They were very careful and kind. So careful and kind it was positively tactless and spiteful.
    • Part 4, Chapter 1 (p. 114)
  • I began to feel lighthearted. Don’t ever do that; it tempts some dark and evil force abroad in the universe.
    • Part 4, Chapter 4 (p. 122)

Drinking Sapphire Wine (1977)Edit

All page numbers from the first edition published by Daw Books
  • Somewhere in me was a rod of steel to which I clung. I’d had a vision, as good as any vision given to any poet, sage, or prophet in the past. I wasn’t elated, I wasn’t confident even, but somehow, I knew, and with the end of doubt had come the death of despair.
    • Part 1, Chapter 10 (p. 57)
  • It was, therefore, the sort of loveliness which is not perfect, but draws its charm from a measure of imbalance, which can accommodate flaws and make little of them, for a while at least.
    • Part 2, Chapter 1 (p. 60)
  • In the desert, initially, everywhere is like everywhere else—sky, sand, mountains. So far, this was the extent of what I’d seen in my involuntary roost. Then the day began to ebb, the world turned to topaz and gold, and the color of the sky seemed to sink away into the disc of the sun. I found I really could touch the beauty of it then, as I had touched its beauty so long ago when I was free to travel where I wished, and the city still owned me. Now, tinged with my sorrow, the loveliness was bittersweet, but strong as wine.
    • Part 2, Chapter 3 (pp. 69-70)
  • I see you laugh, and rightly so. What is this silly old fool rambling on about? Good for you. Never respect years, only deeds.
    • Part 3, Chapter 6 (p. 128)
  • “Like most loners,” said Moddik, “you carry the seeds of violent authority. Loners need to be bossy. They quickly learn it’s the only method they have of shoving people off their backs.”
    • Part 3, Chapter 8 (p. 137)
  • “Well now,” he said, “was I as good as you were when you were me?”
    • Part 3, Chapter 11 (p. 152)

Volkhavaar (1977)Edit

All page numbers from the first edition published by Daw Books ISBN 0-87997-312-9
  • The sun in his golden chariot had driven almost to the last meadow of the sky.
    • Chapter 1 (p. 9; opening line)
  • “‘Not everything that walks is a man,’” said the boulder conversationally, “‘and not everything that lies quiet is a stone,’ as the wolf remarked when the serpent bit him.”
    • Chapter 1 (p. 12)
  • Kernik had stumbled on an immutable truth, a truth older than the world. Priests claimed the gods made men, but this was not so. Men made the gods. Firstly, by forming them in clay, by chipping them from stone. Secondly, and more importantly, by believing in them, believing in them utterly.
    • Chapter 6 (p. 52)
  • Night, the dark widow, came walking on the hills.
    • Chapter 7 (p. 69)
  • It was as easy to be alone with six kin as it is to be alone by yourself, and maybe easier.
    • Chapter 8 (pp. 73-74)
  • Who knew? If the illusion is quite perfect, who is to say it is not real?
    • Chapter 9 (p. 78)
  • When a road is very dark it is hard to see the milestones on it.
    • Chapter 9 (p. 78)
  • Tonight it was to be a play for aristocrats to watch, concerning gods and shepherds; it was the humble villages that clamored for princesses and emperors.
    • Chapter 9 (p. 84)
  • They say the promise of a witch is like a plain woman, seldom remembered.
    • Chapter 11 (p. 100)
  • Having failed, do you accept failure, saying only: Well, it is so. I will turn to other things? When night comes, do you accept the blackness of it, saying only: Well, it is so. I will turn and wait for morning? Or do you go on striving to light a candle against that dark however often the wind blows out the flame, however often the night returns?
    • Chapter 11 (p. 102)
  • This sight was terrible, more terrible than words convey, for words are cowards as men are, and hide things as men do.
    • Chapter 15 (p. 133)
  • Woana was the most talented, amazing and prodigious human in the world, and the most beautiful too. For Woana, if she had summoned them, those bright eyes in the sky would have danced down to earth; but naturally Woana was far too sophisticated to stoop to such a thing. Woana was, in fact, unrivalled, peerless. The reason being that Mitz belonged to her, and Mitz’s feline ego would never consider that anyone, but the most sublime, could have acquired her own exceptional self.
    • Chapter 17 (p. 144)
  • What Is, is, what Was, was, but what is To Be, may be otherwise.
    • Chapter 20 (p. 170)
  • The irony of her story is merely that her love became, in the end, her motive rather than her goal, the doorway rather than the house.
    • Chapter 22 (p. 192)

East of Midnight (1977)Edit

All page numbers from the mass market edition published by Tempo Books ISBN 0-441-18191-0
  • The moon walks east of midnight,
    The sun walks west of noon.
    And though I love you, sweetheart,
    I will not sing your tune.
    • Chapter 2, “Full Moon” (p. 24; often repeated)
  • Rewa was brave. At least, she was thick-witted enough to be able to ignore personal danger to a great extent.
    • Chapter 12, “Sorcery in the Dark” (p. 129)
  • At some point, Dekteon saw, his own world had come close to such a religion, where women ruled and men died—but the road had taken a different turning. Now the hints of the ancient mystery remained only in songs. It was the men who were the masters. Maybe not for the better, and not for the worse, either. But all this was unimportant.
    • Chapter 15, “Dekteon” (p. 163)
  • The sacrifice lives, but the sun’s still shining.
    • Chapter 16, “Sorcery East of Midnight” (p. 169)

Vazkor, Son of Vazkor (1978)Edit

All page numbers from the first edition published by Daw Books ISBN 0-87997-350-1
  • The rites were just the husks left over from deeper things, no pith remaining and no mystery, nothing to lift up the soul or go to the brain like wine. And, as generally happens, the more truth the ritual lost the more they bolstered it with significance. There is a saying among the Moi: The chief is clad in gold and purple, only the god dares to go naked.
    • Book One, Part I “The Krarl”, Chapter 3 (p. 20)
  • This was the custom of the tribes, and perhaps, in the fogs of their pasts, the scheme had had its reasons. Yet like many of their ways, only the peel remained, the fruit was long gone.
    • Book One, Part I “The Krarl”, Chapter 4 (p. 31)
  • Naturally, the little wars were dressed up in ritual and significance. War spear challenge was followed by war dance, and invocation of demons, the one-eyed snake and diverse totems. I bowed to none of these, having seen early the vulgarity and impotence of the tribal pantheon. Generally men create gods in their own image.
    • Book One, Part I “The Krarl”, Chapter 4 (p. 31)
  • Now I saw braves hang themselves with amulets, leave tidbits for spirits, and still take an arrow in the neck. I, worshiping nothing and bribing nothing with prayers, rode among an enemy unscathed, scything them like summer wheat.
    • Book One, Part I “The Krarl”, Chapter 4 (p. 31)
  • A few old men began to say there had been a winter like this when they were warriors, and that it was a year of catastrophe and disappointment. But old men will ever spin this wheel. The summers were always hotter and the winters colder in the days of their strength, and the air thick with epic drama and portent.
    • Book One, Part II “The Warrior”, Chapter 1 (p. 41)
  • The bird stabs the worm, the big cat breaks the bird’s neck, the man casts his spear into the heart of the cat. That is how the world is. Even the man had better look behind him; the wolf may be near, or another man, or fate, the hungriest hunter of them all.
    • Book One, Part II “The Warrior”, Chapter 2 (p. 44)
  • There are two clever tricks men know. One is to make much of nothing. The second is to make nothing of much.
    • Book One, Part II “The Warrior”, Chapter 2 (p. 49)
  • To fall suddenly sick when you have never been ill is a hard lesson. If it teaches anything, it teaches you that you must not trust to the thing you know, that it is better to build on shifting sand than the rock which may confound you on the day it shatters.
    • Book One, Part III “White Lynx”, Chapter 1 (p. 78)
  • There is one sound way a man can bind a woman to him, the same way she will bind him, and with the same rope.
    • Book One, Part III “White Lynx”, Chapter 2 (pp. 93-94)
  • I had not yet learned the lesson that when you are forever telling yourself that such and such is worth the price, then the price is too high and has been paid too often.
    • Book Two, Part I “Yellow City”, Chapter 5 (p. 152)
  • I said, “When you are on your deathbed, Erran, pray that you never meet me in the place you are going to.”
    • Book Two, Part I “Yellow City”, Chapter 5 (p. 156)
  • Dust had dimmed only a fraction, not enough. Decay had brushed with its rotten fingers not nearly all it should. It was an enchanted sweet, stuck in the throat of time.
    • Book Two, Part II “The Wolf Hunt”, Chapter 1 (p. 166)
  • The sea was a phenomenon I had never clapped eyes on for myself, yet it seemed, from the tales, a destination ultimate and uncompromising. The ocean’s edge, the brink of the land; the lip of Chaos.
    • Book Two, Part II “The Wolf Hunt”, Chapter 2 (p. 173)
  • We see what we have always seen. If it seems, it is.
    • Book Two, Part II “The Wolf Hunt”, Chapter 2 (p. 178)
  • That evening I met a black witch with a red cat, walking on a headland above the sea.
    I had reached the sea unexpectedly, but the sea is unexpected in any event to one who has never known it. You think it land at first, or sky, and penultimately mist. Then you realize a vast azure mass of water lies like a dragon in the sun’s last rays, breathing and shifting on the beaches.
    • Book Two, Part II “The Wolf Hunt”, Chapter 3 (p. 182)
  • As for their healers and their worship of gold books of old lore, there had been tribal stories of this, too, all nonsense, as anything chattered by the ill-informed must be.
    • Book Two, Part II “The Wolf Hunt”, Chapter 3 (p. 185)
  • Brother, sister, only words; but this, a reality, a destroyer at the gate. What could it have mattered, after all, to celebrate her hungry youth, and his, before the sword fell on her? All the plots and schemes, the moralities and codes of men, seemed dust in the face of death.
    • Book Two, Part III “The Island”, Chapter 2 (p. 215)
  • He showed no fear. It seemed that, at the commencement, his race had known gods and no other. Gods had bound and ill treated and slaughtered and played with them. Gods were a fact, as were the sun and the shaking of the earth. Just another terrible reality.
    • Book Two, Part III “The Island”, Chapter 3 (p. 219)
  • Precognition or self-deception?
    • Book Two, Part III “The Island”, Chapter 3 (p. 219)

Quest for the White Witch (1978)Edit

All page numbers from the first edition published by Daw Books ISBN 0-87997-826-0
  • Power is the wine after which all other wine is mud.
    • Book One, Part I “Great Ocean”, Chapter 1 (p. 19)
  • Such is the civilizing effect of city life upon men. It kills the instincts and replaces them with extended noses.
    • Book One, Part II “The Sorcerer”, Chapter 1 (p. 40)
  • “Some god must be laughing somewhere.”
    “Some god is always laughing. That is, if you believe in them, which is surely enough to make them laugh.”
    • Book One, Part II “The Sorcerer”, Chapter 6 (p. 80)
  • There is no swifter way to make an enemy of a woman. You may tell her she is a clod or a bitch; as long as you lust for her, it will be forgiven. But say she is the wonder of the world and show her cold loins, and she will hate you till the sun goes out.
    • Book One, Part II “The Sorcerer”, Chapter 8 (p. 92)
  • I have seen women who thought they loved me look at me that way, and wolves which were hungry.
    • Book One, Part III “The Crimson Palace”, Chapter 4 (p. 144)
  • Nothing breaks more quickly than corroded steel.
    • Book One, Part III “The Crimson Palace”, Chapter 6 (p. 155)
  • Far too soon a man is in his grave, and how small are the hurricanes and mountains of his life—vengeance, love, might, and conquest—compared to that tiny heap of bone dust at its end.
    • Book One, Part III “The Crimson Palace”, Chapter 6 (p. 160)
  • The plague came to be called Yellow Mantle. Men must name everything, as if, by giving it a name, they will decrease the nameless horror they experience.
    • Book One, Part IV “The Cloud”, Chapter 3 (p. 183)
  • I had a rare wine in my blood. Expiation was over, guilt washed out, terror canceled.
    • Book One, Part IV “The Cloud”, Chapter 3 (p. 193)
  • The grape of truth is often bitter, but not to taste it in its season would be to waste the vine.
    • Book One, Part IV “The Cloud”, Chapter 5 (p. 208)
  • A tomb contains the dead, who are properly immobile and unspeaking. Though Masrians leave lamps for the ghosts, nobody expects they will be lighted.
    • Book One, Part IV “The Cloud”, Chapter 6 (p. 210)
  • The absolute, as I had finally been shown, does not need the accompaniment of pipes and drums.
    • Book Two, Part I “In the Wilderness”, Chapter 2 (p. 234)
  • It is a phenomenon of such spots that any noise is encapsulated in this ringing stillness, and made strangely tiny, however loud. The shouts of bandits and the squeaks of fauna sound as if confined in bubbles, a symbol of their impermanence. Only the desert endures.
    • Book Two, Part I “In the Wilderness”, Chapter 2 (p. 234)
  • There is, too, a sort of relief in admitting defeat. Struggling to drag a mountain from my path, acknowledging at last the mountain would remain, lying down beneath the mountain, thankful for the shade of it.
    • Book Two, Part I “In the Wilderness”, Chapter 2 (p. 234)
  • “Why aid me?”
    “God has moved me to help you. Or, if you prefer, it was my reasonless inclination to do so.”
    • Book Two, Part I “In the Wilderness”, Chapter 2 (p. 236)
  • I woke in the dawn. The plains of the Wilderness were exploding into light. It was the first hour of day, one of the two most beautiful hours of the desert, where sunrise and sunset are the queen and king.
    • Book Two, Part I “In the Wilderness”, Chapter 2 (p. 237)
  • Destiny or gods or fortune—whatever one is pleased or innocent enough to call them—they seal men to their decree.
    • Book Two, Part I “In the Wilderness”, Chapter 2 (p. 240)
  • He said quietly, “I see a jackal running. His name is I remember.”
    • Book Two, Part I “In the Wilderness”, Chapter 2 (p. 240)
  • In the tales of many lands, the prophet goes forth into the wilderness, the waste of sand or snow, or aloft on the barren black mountain, and when he returns to the people his eyes are great and luminous, his face is altered; he tells them he has seen God. I will suppose that God, if He is anywhere, is to be found in men, the nugget of gold buried inside the mud. I will suppose, too, that the wilderness washes off for a moment, or forever, the mud and the clay. Perhaps, then, the returning prophet should not say, “I have seen God”; but rather, “I have seen myself.”
    • Book Two, Part I “In the Wilderness”, Chapter 5 (p. 260)
  • Westward and inland there was a form of government, some prince or other sitting on his backside ordering this or that.
    • Book Two, Part II “White Mountain”, Chapter 1 (p. 266)
  • I found a glimmering brown skull in the snow. I could not tell if it was mortal or god, and there seemed a sobering moral in that.
    • Book Two, Part II “White Mountain”, Chapter 3 (p. 279)
  • I had made vows and to spare, but the present cannot be ruled forever by the past.
    • Book Two, Part II “White Mountain”, Chapter 3 (p. 283)
  • This much poison cannot pour in one’s ears without it will leave some trace.
    • Book Two, Part III “The Sorceress”, Chapter 1 (p. 302)
  • The antithesis of myself. No fervor in him, no greed for life, only his ruthless craving to possess, which took no pleasure in possession.
    • Book Two, Part III “The Sorceress”, Chapter 2 (p. 310)
  • At that, I understood for sure I must not lose her, for the earth is not the earth without some light to see it by, and she was mine.
    • Book Two, Part III “The Sorceress”, Chapter 3 (p. 316)

The Castle of Dark (1978)Edit

All page numbers from the mass market omnibus edition Dark Castle, White Horse published by Daw Books ISBN 0-88677-113-7
  • The countryside meant grain and herds, and a river meant fish. And if the sky meant anything, it meant a cruel God who took no notice of their pains and chastised them if they sinned.
    • Chapter 12 “Lir: The Walled Town” (p. 102)
  • Lir chiseled at the stone. It would take a month to make a perceptible impression on it. He had a few hours. Work harder, then.
    • Chapter 14 “Lir: The Night-Beast” (p. 119)
  • Resist. Come, you’re tough enough, my lady, aren’t you, if you beg for death rather than inflict evil?
    • Part 4 “The Witch Hunt” (p. 133)
  • “What’s Hell?” inquired Wild-Eye. “You should visit before you pass judgement on a place. And have you never heard it said, the Dark One is a gentleman?”
    • Part 4 “The Witch Hunt” (p. 139)
  • She had never acquired in-between shades of character, had not had the opportunity. She had been utterly selfish, and was now selfless, because she had never become a whole person, did not like herself, or know herself. Nor had she ever gained sufficient wisdom to be properly horrified at what she meant to do. She couldn’t think that intensely.
    • Chapter 17 “Lilune: The Lion” (p. 161)

Prince on a White Horse (1982)Edit

All page numbers from the mass market omnibus edition Dark Castle, White Horse published by Daw Books ISBN 0-88677-113-7
  • “But what am I to do?” cried the Prince.
    “What you feel you must,” said the Theel. “That’s the only thing to do at any time.”
    • Chapter 4 “The Dragon of Brass” (p. 207)
  • The Prince then remembered the white-haired Theel in the Castle of Bone, who had also been kind, if a little odd, and he wondered why such nice creatures always seemed to live in bad places with wicked things going on all around them.
    “That’s easy,” said the girl, seeming to read his thoughts as the other Theel had done. “The bad places are where we can do the most good.”
    • Chapter 8 “The Tower of the Purple Knight” (pp. 231-232)

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