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...
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,...
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...
There's a light shining in him, moving him forward: the light of freedom. That's what draws all of us to follow, to take risks, to keep on fighting when we see our comrades fall beside us. But there's...
Man sets his hand to games of power and influence, he quests for far horizons and wealth beyond imagining. He thinks to own what cannot be possessed. He hews the ancient trees to broaden his grazing l...
It seemed to me it would be better to die standing up to a tyrant than to survive as a tool of his will.
I like your anger,' the Hag said mildly. 'I like your resistance. It makes you less than courteous, but altogether more interesting.
Good and bad; shade and sunlight, there's but a hair's breath between them. It's all one in the end.
Death is final. The felling of trees is final. What we ask of you is simply the recognition of change, Jena. Yours is a world of constant change. You must learn to change, too. You spend a great deal...
Can this be love that twists and tears the heart so? Does love give nothing but the power to hurt each other? Is this what makes the simplest touch blend longing and terror in equal measure? Whatever...
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 had been real: real in its flaws and uncertainties, real in its small triumphs, real in its compromises and understanding.
Nothing comes without a price.
It becomes easy, Finbar said. It's in the training; the ability to see your enemy as something other than a real man. He is a lesser breed, defined by his beliefs - you learn to do with him what you w...
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.
Dawn will come,’ I told him quietly. ‘The night can be very dark; but I’ll stay by you until the sun rises. These shadows cannot touch you while I am here. Soon we’ll see the first hint of grey in the...
A tree is never just a tree, it is bigger and deeper and wiser than a girl like you will ever be.
I saw that in him she had found her sun and moon, her stars and her dreams. Sorrow
His heart and mine added a rhythm all their own. We turned and turned, and with every turning we breathed a little more quickly and held on a little more tightly, and when we came back to the place we...
At some point, we'll both have to risk telling the truth.