I almost forgot, said Red. His voice sounded very strange, as if from a long, long distance. He reached into his pocket. I have something for you.He put it into my hand. A round, shiny, perfect apple,...
He would have told her—he would have said, 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...
For indeed you have a choice. You can flee and hide, and wait to be found. You can live out your days in terror, without meaning. Or you can take the harder choice, and you can save them.
Eatof my deep earth, drink of my living streams, for I am your Mother. Your heart is my wild drum, your breath my eternal song. If you would live,dance with me!
But I believe we all have an inner goodness; a little flame that stays alight through the worst of trials.
A tale can start in many ways. Thus, it is many tales, and at the same time each of these is but one way of telling the same story.
Cherish what you have, for in an instant it can be gone. And when it’s gone, let the memory not be a weight that drags you down, but a bright light leading you forward.
And the sad demise of my father before I saw the light of day. Ulf was
Water and stoneFlesh and boneNight and mornRose and thornTree and windHeart and mind
Wake the sleeper must, and confront his fears, or risk being lost in the dark places of the mind forever.
There is no good or evil, save in the way you see the world. There is no dark or light save in your own.
The world is simple, I think, in its essence. Life, death, love, hate. Desire, fulfillment. Magic.
The god honors the faithful. And who is more true than a man who keeps his oath, though it breaks his heart?
She seemed fragile like a moonflower – destined to bloom for a single lovely night, and then to fade and fall.
Prophecies don't simply come about of themselves, you know. They need a little helping along.
Part of me has turned wild, and another part’s turned dark as endless night, and I’m not going to change back just because someone says I must.
Mistress Blackthorn?Fool. Who else would it be?
Later I stirred again, knowing the night was passing, but unwilling to wake fully lest this fair vision be lost forever. There was an arm across me, holding the cloak around me; and the same old blank...
Don't you long for something different to happen, something so exciting and new it carries you along with it like a great tide, something that lets your life blaze and burn so the whole world can see...
But then, if you forget what's bad, cruel, unjust, you might not care anymore about setting things to rights. You might stop standing up against the folk who do evil deeds. And someone's got to.