[Vote for the Fire Here!]
[~back to search page~][~back to Home page~][~back to search page~][~back to Home page~]Talena stood up. "Tonight," she said, "let us drink wine." It was a gorean expression, a fatalistic maxim in which the events of the morrow were cast into the laps of the Preist Kings.
"Let us drink wine." I agreed
That night, I took Talena into the City of Tents, and by the light of torches set on lances we walked arm in arm through the crowded streets, among the colorful tents and market stalls.
book 1, pg 132
