Sailing to Sarantium (The Sarantine Mosaic, #1)

by Guy Gavriel Kay

Writers of history often seek the dramatic over the truth. It is a failing of the profession.

When you can’t go back and you can’t stay still, you move forward, nothing to think about, get on with it.

They slept like that for a while and later—nearer morning when they both awoke—he guided their pace more attentively, and in time he heard her begin to make her own sequence of discoveries, on a taken breath and another—like a climber reaching one ridge and then a higher one—before the god’s sun finally rose in testament to battles won again, if at cost, in the night.