O que existe entre nós está para além do amor, Fainne. Ele é meu marido, meu amante e amigo, aquele a quem eu posso confiar os meus maiores segredos. Espero que um dia também tu tenhas a alegria de en...
How could you not know? His voice was full of wonderment. You changed me utterly. You were like a...like a bright, wonderful bloom in a garden full of weeds. Like a graceful capital on a page of plain...
Come, dear heart. Lean on me and let us walk this path together.
But there is one thing you must remember, if you forget all else. There is no good or evil, save in the way you see the world. There is no dark or light save in your own vision. All changes in the bli...
You may be your own best helper, if you choose the right path.
You don't like it that I am the one you need to keep the wolf from the door; that comes as no surprise. But I am the one you have. At some point we'll both have to risk telling the truth.
Only - only that, if you believe the tales, it's in the nature of our people to go to war and to kill, just as it is to sing and play and tell stories. Perhaps they are two halves of the same whole.
Each of us wore our memories of what might have been.
The warmth of his embrace soaked into me, a powerful charm against the dark things.
How could you live without human touch? Wasn't that the first thing you knew, when you came into the world and they laid you on your mother's belly? Her hand would come across and stroke your back, an...
Every man or woman who makes a stand helps keep the flame of freedom burning.
At the end of the parapet, a long black coat lay neatly folded on the wall. At the other end stood my sister and her lover. Tati’s arms were wound around Sorrow’s neck, her body pressed close to his,...
I would hold on, and hold on, until my hands clutch at emptiness.
Because, when I was away, I couldn't stop thinking about you. Part of me said, yes, it was the right thing to do, for your sake; part of me recognized the kind of man I am, the kind of work I do, the...
So Cu Chulainn asked and he asked, and at length he learned that the best teacher of the arts of war was a woman, Scathach, a strange creature who lived on a tiny island off the coast of Alba.A woman?...
If a man has to say trust me, Gogu conveyed, it's a sure sign you cannot. Trust him, that is. Trust is a thing you know without words.
Amazing, I thought nobody could tell that man what to do.-Foalan to BrideiTalking about Broichan
He’d lost his temper with Erisa once too often, and look what had happened. The stupid woman had tried to run from him, and when she fell she’d killed his son as well as herself.
I thought of betrayal and how it came so easily - in a word, a glance, a gesture.