Something was burning ( Read more... )

The children are being watched and the bath is set and his paperwork has been put away for the day. He's in his best doublet, the one she'd picked out for him in the silver and blue, and he's made sure that the rest of his outfit is spotless as well; he'd even let one of the servants work on the haystack he called hair. Thus Garion of Riva, ( Read more... )

"Majesty ( Read more... )

“…complexity is, generally speaking, an illusion of conscious desires. All things exist in as simple a form as necessity dictates. When a thing is labeled ‘complex,’ that’s just a roundabout way of saying you’re not observant enough to understand it.”

-Frank the Ogre
(A. Lee Martinez, In the Company of Ogres)

He leads him through a door and down a couple of corridors. There's not even a blink at the sight of the wolf and the bizarrely dressed gentleman ( Read more... )

It was one of those lazy afternoons they spent together so often. Ce'Nedra had Wolf in her lap and was lavishing attention on the spoiled cub and Garion had been reading to Geran until a few minutes before. Now, however, the little boy was playing with a set of blocks on the floor as Garion watched with unabashed pride.

Garion is never bored while he's at home in Riva ( Read more... )

"It looks silly ( Read more... )

"--are you sure this is necessary? If Aunt Pol needs me--all right. Fine.

"This is silly.

"Hmph.

"This is Garion. I'll try and remember about this thing. Leave a message here."

"Then the decision is wholly mine," said the Seeress of Kell, Cyradis, a slip of a thing in a simple shift and a strip of fabric that ran over her eyes. But Garion could tell the moment was more, more than just a decision made by a single girl ( Read more... )