i think it should just be guess the author, not the book. or if its the book post like an entire chapter or something

Arms, and the man I sing, who, forc'd by fate,
And haughty Juno's unrelenting hate,
Expell'd and exil'd, left the Trojan shore.
Long labors, both by sea and land, he bore,
And in the doubtful war, before he won
The Latian realm, and built the destin'd town;
His banish'd gods restor'd to rites divine,
And settled sure succession in his line,
From whence the race of Alban fathers come,
And the long glories of majestic Rome.

this should be dead simple, but in the interest of getting this going, here you are...

I think that it is a good idea.  And for the record, the passage I quoted is the opening passage of the book in question.  To give another hint, "The Latian realm, and built the destin'd town" refers to Rome.

"Leodogran, the King of Cameliard,
Had one fair daughter, and none other child;
And she was the fairest of all flesh on earth,
Guinevere, and in her his one delight.

  For many a petty king ere Arthur came
Ruled in this isle, and ever waging war
Each upon other, wasted all the land;
And still from time to time the heathen host
Swarmed overseas, and harried what was left.
And so there grew great tracts of wilderness,
Wherein the beast was ever more and more,
But man was less and less, till Arthur came.
For first Aurelius lived and fought and died,
And after him King Uther fought and died,
But either failed to make the kingdom one.
And after these King Arthur for a space,
And through the puissance of his Table Round,
Drew all their petty princedoms under him."

Nope, obviously it is about King Arthur though.

Glen Cook The Black Company ?

A note on the game, how about having to include the name of a character?

"Berries, Your Highness?" said Alfred, in some astonishment "What kind of berries?"

"Juse...berries. To eat with supper. I know they grew in the woods like this. Drogle told me." The chil's blue eyes were wide open-as they tended to be when he was proposing something; the blue irruses glinted in the midday sun. His hand toyed with the feather amulet.

"A stableboy is hardly a fit companion for Your Highness," Alfred remonstrated. He cast a glance at the tempting streches of cable, tied to the treas within easy reach and seemingly just made to be clinbed by small boys. "Very well, Your Highness, I will take you searching for berries."

"Don't wander far." Warned Hugh's voice above them.

"Alfred" said Bane, "I know you're a Sartan."

Haplo came to a dead stop.

It must be a mistake. He hadn't heard right. He'd been thinking the word  and therefore heard it when in reality the boy had said something else. Holding his breath, almost wishing impatiently he could still the pounding of his heart so he could hear more clearly, Haplo listened.

You got it!

First book of the Death Gate Cycle: Dragon Wing.

see, Fury, you shouldn't give up so fast

"...Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault.
Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cutivated. For these there is hope.
They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only beauty..."