Morgan Rice

Author of Craved

Morgan Rice

Morgan Rice is the #1 bestselling and USA Today bestselling author of seventeen books in the epic fantasy series THE SORCERER'S RING; twelve books in the #1 bestselling series THE VAMPIRE JOURNALS; three books in the post-apocalyptic thriller THE SURVIVAL TRILOGY; six books in the epic fantasy series KINGS AND SORCERERS; and the e-book series KINGS AND SORCERERS. Morgan's books are available in both audio and print formats, with translations in m... ore than 25 languages. A QUEST OF HEROES (Book #1 in the Sorcerer's Ring), ARENA ONE (Book #1 of the Survival Trilogy), RISE OF THE DRAGONS (Kings and Sorcerers—Book #1), and TURNED (Book #1 in the Vampire Journals) are all available as free downloads! Morgan loves hearing from readers, so please visit to join the mailing list, receive a free book, enter giveaways, download the free app, stay up to date on the latest exclusive news, connect on Facebook and Twitter, and stay in touch! READ MORE

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There is no shame in what happened to you. There is only shame in being too much of a coward to carry on. In not realizing that what happened to you is not you. What happened is not the same as who you are.

When we have tragedy in life, we get stuck, like getting stuck in the mud. When we are in the mud it feels as if we can never out. But these come to us as great life lessons: it is up to us to pull ourselves out of the mud. Not just once, but time and time again. This is your moment to pull yourself out. To show life that you are bigger than your fears.

The boy stood on the highest knoll of the low country in the Western Kingdom of the Ring, looking north, watching the first of the rising suns. As far as he could see stretched rolling green hills, like camel humps, dipping and rising in a series of valleys and peaks. The burnt-orange rays of the first sun lingered in

Worse still was that Thor sensed his brothers, paradoxically, were threatened by him, maybe even hated him. Thor could see it in their every glance, every gesture. He didn’t understand how, but he aroused something like fear

But he hardly had the typical demeanor. Thor stood tall and lean, with a proud jaw, noble chin, high cheekbones and gray eyes, looking like a displaced warrior. His straight, brown hair fell back in waves on his head, just past his ears, and behind them, his eyes glistened like a minnow in the light.

You’re not a soldier, boy. You’re not like your brothers. You’re a herder. Your life is here.

paradoxically, were threatened by him, maybe even hated him. Thor could see it in their every glance, every gesture. He didn’t understand how, but he aroused something like fear or jealousy in them. Perhaps it

Wilds. Perhaps even closer than that. MacGil’s eyes fluttered as he began to fall into sleep; but something caught his attention which kept them open. He detected movement and looked over to see that his attendants were not there. He blinked, confused. His attendants never left

it physical To walk unbraced and suck up the humors Of the dank morning? What, is Brutus sick, And will he steal out of his wholesome bed To dare the vile contagion of the night? --William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar

God does not choose the arrogant for his will. He chooses the humble. The least likely.

they won't know what freedom is anymore. But then again, few people do.

even just one other person, who will see you for who you truly are, and who will restore your faith in mankind,

But they had remained closed, like a coffin on his heart.

With no direction or purpose left in his life, Steffen had wandered and had come here, to this small village high on this hilltop, and he checked over his shoulder once again, as he did every hour since his arrival, at the Tower of Refuge, keeping it in sight at all times, hoping beyond all expectation that he might see Gwendolyn walk out those doors, that he might have a chance to take up his old life again.

Perhaps they have come to abet our cause, Atme said.

Kendrick’s honor forbade him from turning an eye to his capture.

sometimes one needed to proceed on faith. Sometimes, faith was all one had. And sometimes tests came to make your faith stronger.

You can collapse and die if you like. There is plenty of time for that. But that is boring. Be strong and live. Truly live. Be an example for others. Because one day, I assure you, you will die anyway. And while you're alive, you might as well live.

It is not about what happens to you - it is about how you perceive it. How you react to it. That is what you have control over. You can crumple up and die. Or you can be strong. That is what separates girls from women.

every leader who strived for power somehow ended up corrupted in the process.

If you cannot believe, you cannot create.

it was not the objective that made one a hero—it was the journey, the quest itself.

the person who fears death dies many times, while the one who does not dies but once.

Each time you prove yourself, you will be tested again. Each time, the tests will become greater. The more you struggle, the greater person you can become. Each test is not a difficulty—it is a precious opportunity. Be thankful for it. The more you suffer, the more thankful you must be.

The highest form of resistance is to enjoy life, even in the face of oppression. If you can find a way to live a life of joy in the face of danger, if you have not let them crush your spirit, then you have defeated them. They can affect our bodies, but not our spirit. If they can’t take away your joy, then you are never oppressed. Oppression is a state of mind.

Why?” “I have seen some of the worst things this world has to offer,” Alistair said. “I have suffered enough to learn that fear is a waste of energy. What will come, will come. And what will not, will not.

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