Quotes from Lynn Flewelling

I can't think of anything that means less to me than money; it's too easy to come by.

knowledge is as powerful, in its own way, as any magic, and that magic without knowledge is worse than useless; it is dangerous.

The instruction of inexperienced young men is one of life's unrivaled pleasures.

Seregil, that hurts." Alec's soft, tense voice brought him back and he found himself clutching the boy's shoulder. He hurriedly released him and sat back. Alec closed cold fingers over his own. "What is it? You look like you've just seen your own ghost." A desperate ache lanced thorugh Seregil as he looked down into those dark blue eyes. if you let slip the slightest detail Damn you, Nysander! "I can't tell you, talí , because I'd only have to lie.

This Captain Rhal of yours sounds like someone worth knowing," Micum said. "I've thought so ever since you told how he let you go that night." "Micum told me something of your trip, but I'd like to hear your version of it," said Kari. "Did he really fancy Seregil, Alec?" Alec grinned. "I half fancied him myself, when he was all prettied up.

Ah, Seregil," Kari exclaimed, wiping her eyes with the corner of her apron. "I've never known anyone who could get himself into such messes, and then right back out again!" "It would have been considerably more difficult if Alec hadn't been such a faithful defender of my virtue." Seregil gave Alec a courtly nod. "My lady," Alec murmured, rising to give him a bow of such elaborate solemnity that they all burst out laughing again.

listening to a murder of crows palavering in a nearby tree was enough.

He couldn't imagine what had made his father so angry or the townspeople so mean, but he knew with a child's sudden, clear conviction that it was his fault.

Ordinary words simply preserve ideas. Still, you have to be careful. Words can lie, or be misunderstood. Words don't have magic, but they have power.

The Plenimarans lay scattered in a wide circle. At its center, Seregil and Alec lay side by side, hands clasped between them even in death.

Though you thrust a knife at my eyes, I will not flinch.

I hate being told what to do! Especially by myself!

You always have a choice. Don't ever imagine you don't. Whatever you do, it's a decision and you have to accept responsibility for it. That's when honor becomes more than empty words.

It was Alec who brought their lips together. Seregil's first reaction was disbelief. But Alec was insistent, clumsy but determined. It lasted an instant, an eternity, that one awkward kiss, and it spoke silent volumes of bewildered honesty. The moment that followed was too fragile for words.

A crafty nightrunner died of late, And found himself at Bilairy's Gate. He stood outside and refused to knock Because he meant to pick the lock.

You hardly know me. Why do you want me to come with you?" "Who knows? Perhaps you remind me just a bit of—" "Someone you used to know?" Alec interjected skeptically. "Someone I used to be .

Still clutching each other by the arm, they turned to watch the last stones plummet over the edge. "I don't know how many times a day I can stand to watch you almost die," Seregil gasped. "Twice is my limit," croaked Alec, sinking to his knees.

Whatever role you play, play it to the hilt.

Take what the Lightbearer sends and be thankful.

Cursed be the weapon that tastes the blood of a friend.

It is better to lack the semblance of honor but possess it than to possess the semblance and lack the honor.

Talí." It was the only thing Seregil could think of that encompassed everything he felt right now. Alec smiled. "You called me that by accident the first time, remember?" "Unthinking, perhaps, but no accident." Alec's cheeks went crimson as he declared softly, "You're my talí, too.

How do you break into a ship?" "The same way you do a house, only wetter.

But is it an honest living?" Alec persisted, clinging to his last shred of resolve. "Most of those who employ me are great lords or nobles." "It sounds like a pretty dangerous line of work," Alec remarked, aware that once again Seregil had side-stepped the question. "That's the spice of it, though," cried Seregil. "And you can end up rich!" "Or on the end of a rope?" Seregil chuckled. "Have it your way.