Author: Katharine Kerr

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• NULL (10)
  • IN: A Time of Omens (1992) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: On the Inner Planes, Time as we know it no longer exists. This is why an omen may refer to things which we perceive as long over and done with as well as to things in process at the moment in which the omen is cast and to things which we have yet to perceive at all. Past, Present, Future-these states do not exist in the world from which an omen proceeds, yet there is no denying, of course, that they do exist in ours. . . .
    FROM: The Pseudo-Iamblicbus Scroll, (None), Fictional, NULL
  • IN: Daggerspell (1986) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Men see life going from a dark to a darkness. The gods see life as a death. . . .
    FROM: The Secret Book of Cadwallon the Druid, (None), Fictional, NULL
  • IN: Darkspell (1987) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Every light casts a shadow. So does the ~~dweomer. Some men choose to stand in the light; others, in the darkness. Be ye always aware that where you stand is a matter of choice, and let not the shadow creep over you unawares. . . .
    FROM: The Secret Book of Cadwallon the Druid, (None), Fictional, NULL
  • IN: Days of Air and Darkness (1994) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The opposite of Rubeus in all things, thus generally an omen for good. Yet when it falls into the House of Lead, pertaining to matters of war, it does signify days of air and darkness, and an evil upon the land.
    FROM: The Omenbook of Gwarn, Loremaster, (None), Fictional, NULL
  • IN: Days of Blood and Fire (1993) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Of all the figures that give us omens in the element of Earth, this be the most dangerous and dissolute, unless it pertain, thanks to the overall reading of the map, to days of blood and fire. And should it fall into the House of Iron, then the loremaster must destroy the map immediately, proceeding no further, for naught good will come of peering into such a future.
    FROM: The Omenbook of Gwarn, Loremaster, (None), Fictional, NULL
  • IN: The Black Raven (1999) Fantasy Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Always the sorcerer must prepare for hindrances and setbacks. Before any working of great length and import, he must spend long nights in study of the omens, for if the Macrocosm can find a way to defeat him, it will, preferring in its laziness the natural order over any change wrought by our arts, no matter how greatly that change will be to its benefit.
    FROM: The Pseudo-Iamblichos Scroll, (None), Fictional, NULL
  • IN: The Fire Dragon (2000) Fantasy, American
    EPIGRAPH: The year 850. The gods saw fit to give our prince the victory, but never had we dreamt how high a price they would set for it.
    FROM: The Holy Chronicles of Lughcarn, (2000), Fictional, NULL
  • IN: The Red Wyvern (1997) Fantasy, American
    EPIGRAPH: Some say that all the worlds of the many-splendored universe lie nested one within the other like the layers of an onion. I say to you that they lie all braided and wound round and that no man nor woman either can map all the roads of their twisting.
    FROM: The Secret Book of Cadwallon the Druid, (None), Fictional, NULL
  • IN: The Silver Mage (2009) Fantasy, American
    EPIGRAPH: The serpent of Time winds itself about the cross of Matter. Some say it has seven heads, some only three, but the difference counts for little. It is the body of the serpent, not the head, that crushes its prey.
    FROM: The Secret Book of Cadwallon the Druid, (None), Fictional, NULL
  • IN: The Spirit Stone (2007) Fantasy, American
    EPIGRAPH: In some sense, every magician is a weaver, merely one who works with invisible strands of the hidden light. WIth it, we weave our various forms, just as a weaver produces cloth, and then stitch them into the images we desire, just as a tailor sews cloth into a tunic or robe. If we be journeymen in our craft, forces will come to buy the tunic and place it over his body. But if we have plumbed the secret recesses of our art, if we are masters of our craft, then we can both weave the forms and place our own bodies within them.
    FROM: The Pseudo-Iamblichos Scroll, (None), Fictional, NULL
• Aneirin (1)
  • IN: The Bristling Wood (1989) Fantasy Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: For the profit of kings, well did he attack the hosts of the country, the bristling wood of spears, the grievous flood of the enemy.
    FROM: The Gododdin of Aneirin, Stanza A84, (None), Poem, UK
• Llywarch the Ancestor (1)
  • IN: The Dragon Revenant (1990) Fantasy Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: ALAF YN AIL; MAIL AM LAD; LLITHREDAWR LLYRY; LLON CAWED, A DWFN RHYD; BERWYD BRYD BRAD. COWS IN THE BYRE, BEER IN THE BOWL. RAIN FLOODS THE FIERCE-FLOWING FORD AND SLICK PATHS. A SOUL STEWS OVER TREASON.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, UK