The most reasonable of requests felt burdensome if a person had no choice in the matter.
You are the blood in my veins, and the beating of my heart. You are my first waking thought, and my last sigh before sleeping. You are - you are bone of my bone, and breath of my breath.
The rain accompanied Faolan as he travelled inland to the crossroads where he must at last make a choice of ways. He tried to fix his mind on the decision ahead, but thoughts of Deord intruded: Deord...
When the Fair Folk gave you an instruction, you followed it, whether it suited you or not. That was just the way it was.
The world is simple, I think, in its essence. Life, death, love, hate. Desire, fulfillment. Magic.
There is no good or evil, save in the way you see the world. There is no dark or light save in your own.
There is no place here for softness. Let folk in too close and you offer them up as weapons for your own destruction.
There is no truth on this island of yours. Rather, there are as many truths as there are stars in the sky; and every one of them different.
There is the darkness of a moonless night out of doors, and there is the darkness of a house with its shutters closed and the lamps quenched. There is the darkness of sleep, relieved by the bright ima...
It matters not if you are here, or there, for I see you before me every moment. I see you in the light on the water, in the swaying of the young trees in the spring wind. I see you in the shadows of t...
There were those whose love spilled over into their every gesture, and so was shared by all who knew them. But they were rare folk indeed.
Had seen enough such deaths before to know that when the cloud of sorrow hangs too heavily over a person, nothing helps; no love, no hope, no
This had been real: real in its flaws and uncertainties, real in its small triumphs, real in its compromises and understanding.
This is a long goodbye, yet not time enough. I have no aptitude for this. I cannot learn this. I would hold on, and hold on, until my hands clutch at emptiness.
This is a—a proposal of marriage? he asked me, and there was the very smallest trace of a smile at the corner of his mouth, something I had never seen before.I suppose so, I said, blushing again. And,...
This was a face such as I had never seen before, even in the most fanciful of dreams, a face that was, in its way, a work of art. For it was light and dark, night and day, this world and the Otherworl...
This was a familiar feeling, for there were many places in the great forest where you could drink in its energy, become one with its ancient heart. When you were in trouble, you could find your way in...
Though it was dark, I could see how his eyes came alive with enthusiasm and the way he used his hands to illustrate with surprising grace. There were hidden depths beneath that impassive exterior. A s...
To say that is to say we have no choice at all in what we do, how we live. I don't believe that, Uncle. Perhaps we do have a short span in this world [...]; perhaps our scope is somewhat limited. But...
Trust can be a hard lesson; hope still more difficult.
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