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.
Wake the sleeper must, and confront his fears, or risk being lost in the dark places of the mind forever.
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.
We all accepted that this land was a gate to that other world, the realm of spirits and dreams and the Fair Folk, without any question. The place we grew up in was so full of magic that it was almost...
We draw our strength from the great oaks of the forest. As they take their nourishment from the soil, and from the rains that feed the soil, so we find our courage in the pattern of living things arou...
What did she give you? He turned and smiled at me, the curve of his wide mouth transforming his face completely. Faith in myself, he said simply. To do what’s right, and not falter, no matter how hard...
What do you think is the best kind of story, Sibeal? Gull’s deep voice was like a soft cloak, comforting and warm. The true kind, or a tale of marvels and magic? A wonder tale can be truer than true,...
What sort of man would you choose for yourself, Liadan?, he asked me. One who is trustworthy, and true to himself, I answered straightaway. One who speaks his mind without fear. One who can be a frien...
When the Fair Folk gave you an instruction, you followed it, whether it suited you or not. That was just the way it was.
Who would awaken the past? It shines like a sunriseAnd cuts like a fine blade.
Why should I be polished and improved like goods for sale? I might not even want to marry! And besides, I have many skills. I can read and write and play the flute and harp. Why should I change to ple...
Why should I change to please some man? If he doesn’t like me the way I am, then he can get some other girl for his wife.
YA stories feature a young adult protagonist or protagonists and usually focus on that character’s journey toward maturity (the tradition of the Bildungsroman.). Learning about love / relationships is...
You are a child no longer, whatever you might wish. You are a woman with a woman's body, and you do not think or feel as you did back there at Sevenwaters, when you ran wild in the forest and the tree...
You are a devious woman, Blackthorn,' she said. 'I prefer the term strategic thinker.
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.
Son. This was a revelation. The more she considered
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