Mercedes Lackey
Mercedes Lackey
Mercedes Ritchie Lackeyis an American writer of fantasy novels. Many of her novels and trilogies are interlinked and set in the world of Velgarth, mostly in and around the country of Valdemar. Her Valdemar novels form a complex tapestry of interaction between human and non-human protagonists with many different cultures and social mores...
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth24 June 1950
way used blinders
Once the blinders are off, it's rather hard to go back to seeing things the way you used to.
heart parent soul
Parents always know what strings control your heart and soul. After all, they are the ones who tied them there.
fantasy horror written
... everything written is at least in part fantasy. Except maybe the national budget. That's horror.
rocks priorities strange
It's hard being a rock; they have such a strange sense of time - and priorities.
real hero dragons
I'm not a legend or a hero, I don't slay dragons, I don't do any of the things that a real hero can. But I can make things better, one day at a time, for most of the kingdom.
thinking hands magic
This I think I have learned: where there is love, the form does not matter, and the gods are pleased. This I have observed: what occurs in nature, comes by the hand of nature, and if the gods did not approve, it would not be there ~ Moondance k'Treva (Magic's Pawn)
ifs
If you would rise, do so alone.
vision twisted sideways
Harrier twisted himself sideways on his saddle to stare at him [Tiercel]. 'You had a vision,' he said flaty. Yes. No. I don't know. I...Yes. No.
might desert said
You jackass. We're all going to die here. You know that, right?' Harrier said. Yeah," Eugens said shakily. '...Guess I might as well die here with you as out on the desert with a bunch of other jackasses.
lasts mud said
Yeah, well, that's what you said the last time it did this, and it was doing it that time too,' Tiercel said waspishly. Clear as mud,' Harrier muttered.
dog cat thinking
I think I know why you never married, Sarah." "Well, and I reckoned if I wanted something that'd come and go as he pleased, take me for granted, and ignore me when he chose, I'd get a cat. And if I wanted something I'd always have to be picking up after, getting into trouble, but slavishly devoted, I'd get a dog.
gossip information gathering
It's only gossip if you repeat it. Until then, it's gathering information.
strong moments weak
You are human and mortal; we are the sum of our weak moments and our strong.
running fall getting-back-up
We're none of us quite so sure of our place in the world that we can't be rocked off our feet by bad times. It's the getting back up again that counts. Not that you fall, but getting back up again counts for more in the long run.