Because those events are so real that they cast their shadow forward and backwards through all time, whenever men think of these matters at all. Even if they are mired in ignorace, they will see...fragments of the Truth, as men imprisoned in a cave see shadows cast by the sun. Likewise, all men derive their moral intuitions from God; how not? There is no other source, just as there is no other way to make a wheel than to make it round.
S.M. StirlingTags: inspirational religious
There is a technical term for someone who confuses the opinions of a character in a book with those of the author. That term is idiot.
S.M. StirlingAnd the first king was a lucky soldier.
S.M. StirlingI was father to the land. I saved my people. I was... King.
"By... earth," he said, more a movement of the lips than a thing of the throat and air. "By... sky..."
Another breath, and it did hurt a little now. The next was harder. The women leaned over him, the mothers of his children. He blinked once more. His own mother, her black braids swinging as she rocked his hurt away. She was singing to him:
"Manabozho saw some ducks
Hey, hey, heya hey
Said 'Come little brothers, sing and dance';
Hey, hey, heya hey--
Likes to fight, does he?" Sandra said thoughtfully.
"Oh, yeah. He says there are only two reasons to fight."
"Which are?"
"Joy and death."
Her mother's brows went up. "Joy in death?"
"No, no... For joy, to stretch yourself with a friend; or death, to kill as quickly as you can. Nothing in between.
... and he kills without fear, or anger, or hate, with regret even, simply because its necessary. That's rare, and it's rare still among the really first-rate. God help the enemy that finally frightens him or makes him mad.
S.M. StirlingThe knife he held was obsidian, sharp enough to cut a dream.
S.M. StirlingThe others saw him as he stumbled down the stairs, bleeding from nose and ears and eyes an mouth. The sheathed form of the Sword lay across his palms. He met their eyes, and choked out:
"Remember. Remember, all of you."
Mathilda's voice was infinitely gentle. "Remember what?"
"That I was a man, before I was King. Remember for me, when I forget.
His hand closed on the black double-lobed hilt, and the moonfire in the opal glowed. He drew the Sword, thrust it high.
And screamed as pain beyond all bearing ripped through him like white fire, turning his body to a thing of ash smoke.
He screamed, and knew.
But then they were males, and therefore idiots about some things.
S.M. Stirling(Dennis says) "Hey, you're playing confuse-the-unbeliever again. I have never been able to get a straight answer on whether you guys have two deities or dozens, taken from any pantheon you feel like mugging in a theological dark alley. Which is it? Number one or number two?"
"Yes," Juniper said, with all the other coven members joining in to make a ragged chorus...
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