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“I know the Infinite's voice because He tells me everything I don't want to hear, sends me where I don't want to go, and asks me to fulfill tasks I consider impossible. Above all, He is forever right.”
― R.J. Larson, Prophet

“Why? I mean, if your Infinite is the Creator—the one true God—then why can’t He simply say, ‘Listen, mortals, everyone behave!�� and have them be perfect? Why drag you into this mess?�� Ela prayed to the Infinite for words, then spoke carefully. “Because He loves us. And love does not demand enslavement, but . . . love desires a partnership. Our Creator seeks true communication between us and Him. He won’t force anyone to love Him. We decide for ourselves.”
― R.J. Larson, Prophet

“I’ve found a way to drive Scythe half insane. Where is he? Tzana, pretend to quarrel with me.�� “His name is Pet!�� Tzana argued, so emphatic that Ela knew she meant it. Kien frowned. “No, he’s Scythe!�� On the other side of the clearing, the huge destroyer stopped eating and began to pace. Ela was certain she saw him sweating.”
― R.J. Larson, Prophet

“I require simple things. You, My children of dust, always complicate matters.”
― R.J. Larson, King

“You believe you have failed. But you—created from dust—cannot see as I see.”
― R.J. Larson, Prophet

“I've never been without you, she realized aloud, her voice breaking. Never.”
― R.J. Larson, Prophet

“I know the Infinite’s voice because He tells me everything I don’t want to hear, sends me where I don’t want to go, and asks me to fulfill tasks I consider impossible. Above all, He is forever right.”
― R.J. Larson, Prophet

“Infinite? Am I forgetting anyone?"
Your Creator.
Kien almost smiled. True. All things considered, he'd been blessed far more than he deserved. "What, then, should I write to You, my Creator?"
He hardly expected an answer, but it came at once, swathing him in comfort.
Write your love for Me on your heart, where My Spirit finds it always.”
― R.J. Larson, King

“May I speak on behalf of your prison’s commander, Axiyn Seir? He’s most zealous for your cause and deserves a promotion.�� The king frowned. “Why should you petition for him? He’s given you scars.�� Despite his pain, Nikaros actually grinned. “Sire, the Eosyths believe that a man who dies without scars has never lived.�� Josias managed a rueful chuckle. “I feel as if I’ve lived a lifetime already.”
― R.J. Larson, Exiles

“I give you my word, Prophet, I'll heed the warning. Don't worry-it's only one day."
"Yes, but this will be the longest separation we've faced since our wedding."
Kien chuckled. "Poor love. Again, don't worry. I'll think of you every other instant."
He sealed his pledge with kisses, coaxing Ela to set aside her fears and lose herself in his embrace.”
― R.J. Larson, King

“I've never been without you," she realized aloud, her voice breaking.
"Never."
"Never leave me again!"
"Never.”
― R.J. Larson, Prophet

“Aching, she gazed down at Kien, then blew him a kiss, love mingling with longing and regret. He answered, sending her a kiss in turn. And another smile, radiant with delight. How could one man be so captivating?”
― R.J. Larson, Judge

“Biting his lip, blinking against fresh tears, Kien smoothed Ela's dark tangled hair, then dared another look at her face. So serene. Beautiful beneath the dried trails of blood. What had she suffered? Brave little prophet.
He whispered, "I love you!" Always.”
― R.J. Larson, Judge

“Kien, talking with Akabe, caught Ela's glance and grinned, luring her thoughts toward him. Gorgeous man! How dare he distract her?
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Akabe turned and saw what-or rather who-had distracted Kien mid-sentence. He should have known. And he understood. If Caitria had cast him such a loving smile, Akabe would have abandoned this impromptu conference altogether. But Caitria petted Issa, ignoring everyone else. Therefore...
Akabe backhanded Kien's shoulder. "Stop flirting with your wife and pay attention!"
Kien shot him a mock-threatening look. "I am your servant, sir."
A headstrong and unexpected servant, Akabe agreed silently. But most welcome.”
― R.J. Larson, King

“Kien exhaled his relief. Until he saw the welcoming committee.
Bryce and Prill rushed toward Ela and Kien, exultant. Followed by Lorteus, the royal fightmaster. An unpleasant grin widened in Lorteus' battered face, and his voice grated harsh in Kien's ears. "Welcome sir! I've been sent ahead by order of our king to direct your recovery-seeing's how you nearly died by failing to heed my lessons. Good of his majesty, isn't it?"
Oh yes. Killing good. Kien rested a hand on the Azurnite sword-just in case-and he managed to look stern. "Fine. But not now Lorteus!"
"Of course not, sir' Lorteus agreed flatly. "Tonight, I clean the weapons. At dawn, I'll fetch you for work-to overcome your failure. Be ready."
As Ela linked her arm in his, Kien hissed, "He's going to kill me!"
"Hmm." Ela smiled and hugged him while they crossed the courtyard. "We think he's already done some good, sir. You're walking faster now.”
― R.J. Larson, King

“Because He loves us. And love does not demand enslavement, but... love desires a partnership. Our Creator seeks true communication between us and Him. He won't force anyone to love Him. We decide for ourselves.”
― R.J. Larson, Prophet

“am returning to my residence. Why are you stopping”
― R.J. Larson, Prophet