Heir of Novron (The Riyria Revelations, #5-6)

by Michael J. Sullivan

“Happiness comes from moving toward something. When you run away, ofttimes you bring your misery with you.”

A beautiful day might bring disaster, while a day that begins trapped inside an ancient tomb might be the best one of your life. If you don’t abandon hope on pleasant days, why do so on those that begin poorly?”

“I’ve already seen the world end once. Nothing is ever as impressive the second time around.”

Arista looked to Myron. “I don’t know that word,” the monk replied. “I wouldn’t think you would,” Royce said. “I taught him that one.”

He took Arista’s hand and placed Hadrian’s on top of it. “I am officially turning him over to you. He’s your problem now. You’ll have to watch out for him and that won’t be easy. He’s naive, gullible, immature, horribly unsophisticated, ignorant about anything worth knowing, and idealistic to a fault.” He paused to make a show of thinking harder. “He’s also indecisive, pathetically honest, a horrible liar, and too virtuous for words. He gets up twice each night to relieve himself, wads his clothes rather than folds them, chews with his mouth open, and talks with his mouth full. He has a nasty habit of cracking his knuckles every morning at breakfast, and, of course, he snores. To remedy that, just put a rock under his blanket.”