I like your anger,' the Hag said mildly. 'I like your resistance. It makes you less than courteous, but altogether more interesting.
Perhaps this was what the stories meant when they called somebody heartsick. Your heart and your stomach and your whole insides felt empty and hollow and aching.
If you give respect, yet get respect back. If you offend, you get...retribution.
Good and bad; shade and sunlight, there's but a hair's breath between them. It's all one in the end.
Liadan, he said, staring intently at the ground.Yes, I whispered.Don't wed that man Eamonn. Tell him, if he takes you, he's a dead. --Bran
I saw that in him she had found her sun and moon, her stars and her dreams.
Nothing comes without a price.
I wonder how it takes you, that moment when everything turns to shadows.
Some broken things you can't mend. Some you have to put together very slowly piece by fragile piece, waiting until the last bit of work is strong enough before you try the next. It takes a lot of pati...
I told you once, said Red, that I wanted to hear your voice. I did not think the first words I would hear would be these.Those were not the first words, I whispered, fighting tears. I would not weep.
Ana wished very much that she could discuss this with Faolan
And as I watched him, I knew that in every dark night there was, somewhere, a small light burning that could never be quenched.
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...
That's lovely singing, Saraid, Eile said. Is Sorry asleep now? Saraid shook her head solemnly. Sorry's sad. Crying. She held the doll against her shoulder, patting its back. Oh. Why is she sad? Sorry...
I wonder how it takes you, that moment when everything turns to shadows. - Somerled.
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.
Let there be a time in the future, I prayed, when he laughs with his children, and plays on the shore with them, and spends all his nights in loving arms. Let us have that. To whom I was praying I did...
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...
At some point, we'll both have to risk telling the truth.
It was quiet; so quiet. Didn't these people know how to grieve for a good man? Didn't they know how to weep, and scream with rage, and curse the powers of darkness in their sorrow? Didn't they know ho...
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