How strange, how compelling a pain; to cause injury to a loved one.
Ben Lewis. He's in Afghanistan.He is? I blinked. In the ?Well, he's not there on his honeymoon.
As often as not, we forge our own chains. And from those, not even Adonai Himself can free us. We must do it ourselves.
Are you a minor character in my tale, or am I a lesser figure in yours? I don’t know, my lady, I murmured. I suppose it depends on who is telling the tale.
Again and again, I pushed my memories away. There were days when it was easy and days when it was hard. My love ... was a boulder in my heart. I sought to let go of it and let it sink. Let it sink bel...
A pretty sight; it would have surprised me, if my capacity for surprise wasn't flattened.
Training in the Fortress of the Winds, I’d never developed a full appreciation for the power of disguise. Oh, I understood it on an intellectual level—it was Brother Yarit’s disguise that had allowed...
You were the most desirable woman I’ve ever seen, and I resented you for it. Foolish, but true.
Wind will blow through any chink it can find, flow around any obstacle in its course. Follow the wind’s example and let it guide you into those spaces.
Pain redeems all. It is the awareness of life, a reminder of death.
Pain obliterates everything else. In pain, there is only the eternal present.
It all seemed very unfair. I’d never asked for a destiny
I'm going so far out on a limb here, you might as well call me a squirrel.
I will be your friend, then, for the ancient Hellenes said a good friend may stand between a man and his moira. Do you know what that means?''Fate.' I answered unthinking...
I eyed him. Are you really Jamaican?He returned my gaze evenly. Why do you think I'm not, sistah?I don't know, I said. I have to admit, pretty much everything I know about Jamaica comes from watching...
Genius requires an audience. For all his cleverness, Delaunay was an artist and as vulnerable as any of his kind to the desire to vaunt his brilliance. And there were few, very few, people capable of...
Feeling foolish, I scowled at her. Does it amuse you to mock me, my lady? A little. Refreshed by sleep, her eyes sparkled unrepentantly. You are so very serious, my shadow.
Betimes I have heard people bewail the fact that our destinies are shrouded in mystery; I think, though, that it is a blessing of sorts. Surely if we knew what bitterness fate held in store, we would...
Ambition untempered by caution is like a river in flood. It leaps from its natural channels to forge the shortest course, and it sweeps away all in its path. Do not get swept away,
Young men, Melisande murmured after they had left, smiling faintly. Such a sense of honor. Is he a little bit in love with you, do you think?Joscelin quite despises me, I said. My lady.Oh, love and ha...