Oath of Fealty Quotes

“A tree is alive, and thus it is always more than you can see. Roots to leaves, yes-those you can, in part, see. But it is more-it is the lichens and moss and ferns that grow on its bark, the life too small to see that lives among its roots, a community we know of, but do not think on. It is every fly and bee and beetle that uses it for shelter or food, every bird that nests in its branches. Every one an individual, and yet every one part of the tree, and the tree part of every one.”
― Elizabeth Moon, Oath of Fealty

“To the gods belong power, and to us the work of our hands.”
― Elizabeth Moon, Oath of Fealty

“I like swordwork. It's like riding, that way - it forces concentration, and thus opens up the world.”
― Elizabeth Moon, Oath of Fealty

“...it forces concentration, and thus opens up the world.”
― Elizabeth moon, Oath of Fealty

“Wanting peace does not bring it … and if trouble comes, a king or a realm must be prepared.”
― Elizabeth Moon, Oath of Fealty

“Treason is always a conspiracy; it’s too big a task for one man, and throughout history has been the work of groups.”
― Elizabeth Moon, Oath of Fealty

“A tree is alive, and thus it is always more than you see. Roots to leaves, yes—those you can, in part, see. But it is more—it is the lichens and moss and ferns that grow on its bark, the life too small to see that lives among its roots, a community we know of, but do not think on. It is every fly and bee and beetle that uses it for shelter or food, every bird that nests in its branches. Every one an individual, and yet every one part of the tree, and the tree part of every one.”
― Elizabeth Moon, Oath of Fealty

“Arguing with paladins is like arguing with wind and stone.”
― Elizabeth Moon, Oath of Fealty

“You are what you are, and the gods may have plans for you now that you were not able to fulfill then.”
― Elizabeth Moon, Oath of Fealty

“some people were never satisfied by facts they had not themselves discovered.”
― Elizabeth Moon, Oath of Fealty

“I sorrow for your suffering, and I am sorry for my early arrogance, that assumed no one else had also suffered”
― Elizabeth Moon, Oath of Fealty

“Delay also has consequences,” Kieri said. “Haste brings one set of hazards; delay, another.”
― Elizabeth Moon, Oath of Fealty

“What I’ve learned, Uncle, in a life you despise, is that everything we do has more than one consequence, and half those or more we never anticipate.”
― Elizabeth Moon, Oath of Fealty

“I am more willing to recognize the reality of intractable conflict, and use force when nothing else will serve.”
― Elizabeth Moon, Oath of Fealty

“He’s right that war destroys … can destroy everything.”
― Elizabeth Moon, Oath of Fealty

“Each life deserves its own measure of respect; they are not kindling wood, to be bundled together.”
― Elizabeth Moon, Oath of Fealty

“Those who follow evil gods become evil themselves”
― Elizabeth Moon, Oath of Fealty

“city, ending again at the palace gate. “Bounds must always be walked to dawn first,” Belvarin had explained. “It is not the direction of the circle, but the direction of the first turn that matters—it must be the shortest way to the rising sun and the elvenhome kingdoms.” Now they were nearing the city’s margin, with forest beyond gardens and orchards. A cloud of birds rose singing from the trees—tiny birds, brilliantly colored, fluttering like butterflies. They swooped nearer, flew in a spiral over his head, and returned to the trees as the procession turned toward the river. Butterflies then took over, out of the gardens and orchards, arching over the lane, then settling on his shoulders and arms as lightly as air, as if he wore a cloak of jeweled wings. As they neared the river side of the city, the butterflies lifted away, and out of the water meadows rose flying creatures as brightly colored as the birds and butterflies … glittering gauzy wings, metallic greens, golds, blues, scarlet. Kieri put up his hand and one landed there long enough for him to see it clearly. Great green eyes, a body boldly striped in black, gold, and green, with a green tail. The head cocked toward him; he could see tiny jaws move. Was it talking? He could hear nothing, but the creature looked as if it were listening. It was a long walk, and his new boots—comfortable enough that morning—were far less so by the time they reached the palace gates again. He could smell the fragrance of roast meats and bread, but next he had the ritual visit to the royal ossuary, and spoke vows into that listening silence, to those who had given him bone and blood, vows no one else would hear. He came up again to find the feast spread in the King’s Ride, long tables stretching away into the distance. On either side, the trees rose up; he could feel them, feel their roots below the cushiony sod that welcomed his feet. His place lay at the farthest table, with”
― Elizabeth Moon, Oath of Fealty