Magician (The Riftwar Saga #1-2)

It is something only a few know in their lives. It is a vision of something so clear, so true, it can only be a madness. You see what life is worth, and you know what death means.

Mama shrieked. The first man turned

One time is much like another to death. She comes when she will. So why give over your mind to worry?

People most often don’t see what is right before them.


Some loves come unbidden like winds from the sea, and others grow from the seeds of friendship.

Sometimes we want love so much, we’re not too choosy about who we love. Other times we make love such a pure and noble thing, no poor human can ever meet our vision. But for the most part, love is a recognition, an opportunity to say, “There is something about you I cherish.” It doesn’t entail marriage, or even physical love. There’s love of parents, love of city or nation, love of life, and love of people. All different, all love.

The Empire is all those who live within its borders, from the nobles to the lowest servant, even the slaves who work the fields. It must be seen as a whole, not as being embodied by some small but visible part, such as the Warlord or the High Council.

The faults we see in others never seem as dreadful as those we see in ourselves.

The first love is the difficult love.

There was nothing left to fear. He would endure or he wouldn’t.

the sound of old winter ice breaking at spring’s touch,

Warlords who fail in conducting war tend to fall from grace quickly.

What is he?’ ‘What would you have him be?

You know what it is to laugh at death, Arutha. You’ll never be the same man again.