The night court taught me to serve, and Delauney taught me to think; but from Melisande Shahrizai, I learned how to hate.
I took a slice of melon and perched on the edge of a couch, watching them both, patently uncomfortable with the undefined nature of my role here.
I wanted it, I wanted it all. All the ardent beginnings and the confused between-times and the bittersweet dregs. All of the aches and sorrows, all of the soaring joys.All of it.
I was not surprised. I wanted to be, but I wasn’t.
I went to him unhesitatingly. He drew me against him, his lean body clad in black velvet doublet and breeches, with the de Morhban crest on his shoulder. I felt the dark tide of desire loose in my mar...
You can’t separate the means from the cause, Brigitta. In theory, perhaps, but not in practice. We are dealing in realities here.
You should not be here, the forest whispered behind us. You do not belong here.
I wish sometimes that the gods would either choose better, or make their wishes clearer
Life goes on even at the worst of times, and there are some ways no one ever grows up, no matter how long they live or how many lifetimes
So I leave flowers; spring flowers, then summer flowers. I gather the red and orange and yellow trumpet flowers, for a trumpet is a thing that makes a loud noise like a shout, and I tie their vines to...
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...
Wars come and go; politics endure.
If the greatest danger one faces as a slave is displeasing one's masters, this is the second: pleasing them.
If you thought better of me, you would not be so surprised
Ray bent his head toward her, and they smiled at each other, a pair of blissful ghouls in love.I might have felt sorry for them if the continued existence of their relationship didn't necessitate gene...
In love, howsoever it is manifest, we are greater than the sum of our parts.
In the desert we say Make haste slowly.
In the arts of covertcy, it is death to second-guess oneself.
Like a falling star, he descended on the Tarbh Cró, a Cassiline berserker, his sword biting and slashing like a silver snake.
Quincel de Morhban received me in his garden, something I never would have suspected, from either the man or the place. It was an inner sanctum, like Delaunay’s, like I had known in the Night Court, o...
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