Non sempre chi accondiscende è debole.
Non c'è roccia su cui l'anima mortale possa naufragare che non contenga qualche delicato viticcio di gentilezza umana che lotta per sopravvivere.
No two sacrifices are the same, and yet all are, in the end. It is the commitment to belong, wholly, to that which claims one.
Lifting his head, Quincel de Morhban looked at me with something like awe. It’s true, he whispered. What they say … Kushiel’s Dart. It’s all true. Yes, my lord, I murmured; if he’d told me the moon wa...
Joscelin, is love supposed to make you feel like you’re sick and dying, and mad enough to hit someone, and drunk with joy, and your heart’s a boulder in your chest trying to burst into a thousand piec...
It's funny, how one can look back on a sorrow one thought one might well die of at the time, and know that one had not yet reckoned the tenth part of true grief.
It is what I do. If you wish to thank me, do a kindness for someone in need.
In the desert we say Make haste slowly.
I had grown to love the very city in all its decrepit grandeur. I had walked every inch of it by now. I knew it in the soles of my feet, in the sturdy muscles of my calves. Surely the finding mattered...
I bid you to aid one another. Let the wealthy have charity for the poor. Let the strong have mercy on the weak. And I promise, if we are victorious, such a time shall never come again.
For this too I learned, that a storyteller's tale may end, but history goes on always. These events, so distant in legend, play a part in shaping the very events we witness about us, each and every da...
For good or for ill, some people seem to love more fiercely, want more powerfully, burn more brightly.
A noi mortali, purtroppo, è negato il lusso della licenza narrativa: dobbiamo vivere e andare avanti.
Super-size emotions had saved me. God knows, I’d spent enough time wrestling with them, but I’d never thought before about how much of what animates us as human beings—or semi-human beings—depends on...
You’ve a way of putting matters into perspective. You’re young. Urist smiled slightly. You’ll learn the trick of it.
You're better off, d'Aiglemort said dryly. Steel and faith are an unnatural mix.
Yet even as the wind stirs your petals, flowers fall. My flowers are eternal, my songs live forever. I lift them in offering; I, a singer. I cast them to the wind, I spill them. The flowers become gol...
Why did Ysandre send you? he asked softly, testing. I pushed my chair back from the table, struggling to my feet, fighting the dark blood-tide. Somewhere, I thought, listening, somewhere Joscelin is t...
Whip us 'till we're on the floor, we'll turn around and ask for more, we're Phèdre's Boys!We like to hurt, we like to bleed, daily floggings do we need, we're Phèdre's Boys!
When Love cast me out, it was Cruelty who took pity upon me