Michael J. Sullivan Quotes

When you expect nothing from the world – not the light of the sun, the wet of water, nor the air to breathe – everything is a wonder and every moment a gift.

You didn’t really hold back on Braga so Pickering could kill him, did you? Royce asked after the two were left alone in the hallway. Of course not. I held off because it’s death for a commoner to kill a noble. That’s what I thought. Royce sounded relieved. For a minute, I wondered if you’d gone from jumping on the good-deed wagon to leading the whole wagon train.

Stealing swords, Royce muttered mostly to himself. Okay, let’s take a look at this tower. The sooner I see it, the sooner I can start cursing.

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.

So, Royce said, you want us to escape from this prison, kidnap the king, cross the countryside with him in tow while dodging soldiers who I assume might not accept our side of the story, and go to another secret prison so that he can visit an inmate? Arista did not appear amused. Either that, or you can be tortured to death in four hours. Sounds like a really good plan to me, Hadrian declared.Royce? I like any plan where I don’t die a horrible death.

Sometimes the price of dreams is achieving them.

This book is entirely dedicated to my wife, Robin Sullivan. Some have asked how it is I write such strong women without resorting to putting swords in their hands. It is because of her. She is Arista. She is Thrace. She is Modina. She is Amilia. And she is my Gwen. This series has been a tribute to her. This is your book, Robin. I hope you don’t mind that I put down in words How wonderful life is while you’re in the world. –ELTON JOHN, BERNIE TAUPIN

You think he’s still alive? Royce asked, nodding his head toward Alric. Sure, Hadrian replied without bothering to look. He’s probably sleeping. Why do you ask? I was just pondering something. Do you think a person could smother in a wet potato bag? Hadrian lifted his head and looked over at the motionless prince. I really hadn’t thought about it until now.

Any chance he’s turned a new leaf and taken up sailing for real? About as likely as me doing it. Hadrian eyed Royce for a heartbeat. I put him at the top of the list.

If this hast been done to language, I fear to know the fate of all else.

You accidentally punched him? Wyatt asked, suppressing a chuckle. I’m not sure you have a full understanding of the whole bodyguard thing.

Slaying dragons, melting witches, and banishing demons is all fun and games until someone loses a sidekick—then it’s personal. The bad guy isn’t just the bad guy anymore, he’s the BAD GUY!