I have always thought that the notion of a Republic is a noble one, dating back to the glory days of Hellas, which all D’Angelines regard fondly as the last Golden Era before the coming of Elua. Now,...
I cannot blame them, in truth, for desiring... But they were like children, who have only just begun to grasp the idea of a thing. And like children, they had no notion of laboring to create, but only...
He would welcome the opportunity to offer his suffering up to God. Me, I could not help but think that there was more than enough suffering in the world without adding to the balance.
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...
Where battle prevails, women must grieve.
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...
And I didn’t know if I was proud or indignant that he hadn’t noticed.
You like him?I nodded. I like him. Hell, Mogwai likes him.You could pick a worse judge of character than your cat, she said in a pragmatic voice.
What she referenced with such careless ease seemed a world-shattering notion to me.
We must share our knowledge, share our strengths and weakness, share the burden of danger and the rewards of victory.
There’s glory in it, he acknowledged. Dagda Mor! It’s why I like to fight. When the battle-frenzy fills you, you feel like a god, I think. He paused, remembering. But then you hear a friend’s voice be...
That kiss, I cannot describe. It was like a poem, a prayer, a homecoming unlooked-for. It was like dungeon walls crumbling to reveal a glimpse of sky. It
Somewhat to my surprise, there were several polite golf claps. Vampires.
On my knees, I touched the tip of my tongue to my lips, catching a drop of his seed. Pleasure-chamber. My very skin shivered, anticipating the lash. As you wish, my lord, I whispered. It is not needfu...
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...
Let the warriors clamor after gods of blood and thunder; love is hard, harder than steel and thrice as cruel. It is as inexorable as the tides, and life and death alike follow in its wake.
Let him be a boy while he may. It is too soon for him to wrestle with mortality.
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.