“As they climbed into their saddles, Myron bowed his head and muttered a soft prayer. “There,” Hadrian told Royce, “we’ve got Maribor on our side. Now you can relax.” “Actually,” Myron said sheepishly, “I was praying for the horses. But I will pray for you as well,” he added hastily.” WellsSaidSidesPrayerPrayingHorseRelaxSaddlesPraying For YouHadrian Author:Michael J. Sullivan
“And you? Did you find the doorknob?” Hadrian picked up a jug and downed several swallows, drinking so quickly some of the water dripped down his chin. He poured some in his palm and rinsed his face, running his fingers through his hair. “I didn’t even get close enough to see a door.” “Well, look on the bright side”—Hadrian smiled—“at least you weren’t captured and condemned to death this time.” “That’s the bright side?” “What can I say? I’m a glass-half-full kinda guy.” WellsLooksEnoughRunningFacesGuySidesWaterHalfDoorsHairDrinkingFingersGlassesPalmsCapturedChinsBright SideHalf FullJugsGlass Half FullHadrian Author:Michael J. Sullivan
“There are still eight of us,” Guy pointed out. “Not exactly an even fight.” “I was thinking the same thing,” Mauvin said. “Sadly, there’s no one else here we can ask to join your side.” Guy looked at Mauvin, then Hadrian, for a long moment as the men glared across the ash at each other. Then he nodded and lowered his blade. “Well, I can see I’ll have to report your misconduct to the archbishop.” “Go ahead,” Hadrian said. “His body is buried with the rest of them just down the hillside.” ThinkingMenWellsLongSaidStillsI CanMomentsBodyGuyFightingAsksSidesEightReportsBuriedAshesBladesYour SideMisconductHadrianThinking The Same Author:Michael J. Sullivan
“Have you ever been in love, Hadrian?” “I’m not sure. How do you tell?” “Love? Why, it’s like coming home.” Hadrian considered the comment. “What are you thinking?” Bulard asked. Hadrian shook his head. “Nothing.” “Yes, you were. What? You can tell me. I’m an excellent repository for secrets. I’ll likely forget, but if I don’t, well, I’m an old man in a remote jungle. I’m sure to die before I can repeat anything.” Hadrian smiled, then shrugged. “I was just thinking about the rain.” IfsThinkingMenWellsI CanHomeDiesForgetSecretRainExcellentNot SureRepeatsComing HomeOld ManCommentJungleBeen In LoveHadrian Author:Michael J. Sullivan
“And I wish to thank you as well, Royce." He was puzzled. "For what?" "For reminding me that anyone, no matter what they've done, can find redemption if they seek it.” IfsWellsMatterDoneWishNo Matter WhatRedemptionRemindingPuzzled Book:Percepliquis Source: Percepliquis
