Love as thou wilt. They are fools, who reckon Elua a soft god, fit only for the worship of starry-eyed lovers.
In the end, I didn’t know why I loved her to the point of distraction. I knew only that I did.
I will say to you what I have said to others: Blessed Elua cared naught for crowns or thrones. It is a human game, a mortal game. I imagine you will say it was not worth the cost of innocent blood spi...
How could anyone endure what we had known and still be capable of so much goodness?
Hard, his hands on my shoulders; my head rocked with the force of his fury as he shook me. Ah, Elua, it was sweet! The violence of it was spark to tinder for me.
Empty yourself of everything, he said. Let your mind rest at peace. Ten thousand things rise and fall while the self watches. They grow and flourish and return to the source. Returning to the source i...
By the way, if you're ever conversing with an actual vampire, do refer to the House of Shadows as Twilight Manor. There's a reason vampires aren't known for their senses of humour.If you accidentally...
But Quintilius Rousse's sailors grinned in the saddle, saluting, and rode out in a thunder, horses trampling their own long shadows as they set their heads to the east.
Beauty inspires love; so it is said, in Terre d’Ange. Was it done that we might find this world worthy of loving?
And in so doing, mayhap we reshaped the gods themselves. Now that was a thought made me shudder to the bone. I wondered if it were true, and if it were, what would happen when some deity bent out of t...
For the keeping of secrets from adults is oft the only power a child may hope to possess.
Wide grey eyes and a mop of red-gold curls, a charming sprinkle of freckles across the bridge of her nose—there is a limit, within the canons, of the number allowable for beauty.
We might embody those qualities we desire to possess by embracing them, over and over, until the line between seeming and being is no more.
We are all these things [...]. Pride, desire, compassion, cleverness, belligerence, fruitfulness, loyalty...and guilt. But above it all stands love. And if we desire to be more than human, that is the...
It must sound, I know, as if I had no pity for him; it wasn't true. I was angry because I was terrified. But there are times when a curse is more bracing than an endearment.
It is passing strange, what a fluid thing is one's own identity.
Is the world so cruel, then, that that is all that is required to move a man to risk his life? Kindness?
In the general course of things, when beauty passes, the flower bows its head upon the stem and fails. Sometimes, though, when the petals droop, a framework of tempered steel is revealed within.
I discovered that we liked each other. But I was fearful of giving free rein to my emotions. Fearful that all those emotions and longings I suppressed would spill forth, rendering me bitter and cruel.
I did not like this place. Everything about it conspired to say, You do not belong here, you are not welcome here.