Had seen enough such deaths before to know that when the cloud of sorrow hangs too heavily over a person, nothing helps; no love, no hope, no
You bound him to you with your courage and your tales. You hold him to you now. You captured a wild creature when you had no place you could keep him.
We’re all trapped in a net of consequences, condemned to paths outside our control. It’s the way of things.
The rain accompanied Faolan as he travelled inland to the crossroads where he must at last make a choice of ways. He tried to fix his mind on the decision ahead, but thoughts of Deord intruded: Deord...
She said, a child born at midwinter comes into the world on the shortest day of the year. From that point on, the days stretch out. And so a child born at midwinter walks always toward the light, all...
Perhaps this is what the stories meant when they called somebody heartsick. Your heart and your stomach and your whole insides felt hollow and empty and aching.
Not all were joyful tales; we needed to acknowledge that love was not just kisses, smiles, and fulfillment, but also sacrifice, compromise, and hard work.
Na enxerga, Saraid dormia. Eile fazia o mesmo com os longos cabelos espalhados pela almofada como um rio de chamas escuras. Junto da fogueira, os homens de Pitnochie mantinham-se silenciosos, enrolado...
More like some small, fierce bird of prey, something with a sharp bite. An owl perhaps, that speaks only when the rest of the world sleeps. Jenny will do well enough.
Johnny was sobbing in shuddering gasps, telling me his small tale of woe, that the world was suddently different, and that he wanted me to make it better, right now please. --Liadan's interpretation o...
I often tell myself, there is no point in wishing certain things had not happened. We can’t change what has been, only do our best with what is to come.
I know how it feels, dear one. As if your heart were torn in two. I feel your pain.I took a deep breath. Another.Finbar?I know how it feels. As if you will never be whole again.I reached inside my dre...
I did not want to cry any more. Instead I felt hollow, empty, as if all the meaning had been sucked out of me and I was drifting, light as a skeleton leaf, at the mercy of the four winds. I was draine...
I cannot say what it was that made me take that one step forward. Maybe it was the hesitation in his voice. I knew what it cost him to let himself speak thus. Maybe it was the memory of how he had loo...
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 of the water, in the swaying of the young trees in th...
He was, as I’d expected, sitting on the most precarious slope of the roof, knees drawn up, arms around them, his expression unreadable as he gazed out over the stonewalled pastures, the barns and byre...
Can a split quill write fair script?Can a blunt axe cut wood for the fire?Can a cripple please a lady?
Porquê Sorcha? - disse ele. -Porquê ela para tanto sofrimento? Ela está inocente de qualquer maldade, incapaz de um pensamento mau. Porque há-de ela fazer este sacrifício por nós?- Porque é a mais for...
You can speak to me.Not without a name, at least.Grim.And you are her servant? At the expression on his face, I added, Brother? Husband?He narrowed his eyes at me. Traveled here with her. Fixed the pl...
When the Fair Folk gave you an instruction, you followed it, whether it suited you or not. That was just the way it was.