She went on because there was no going back.
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.
My world was changing, and I was not ready for it.
My response came without thinking. I made a gesture that said, . And when he held out his hand to help me up the bank, I took it without flinching, as I had done once before in a torrential downpour,...
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.
I wept in self-pity, and because I knew you could never go back. You chose your path, and that was it.
I was learning the nature of magic; it seemed to work according to a strict set of rules. And yet, somehow, it never worked in quite the way you expected.
I know it's hard for you to trust me. If I ever find the man who did this to you, who made you so frightened, I'll kill him with my bare hands. But you can trust me.
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...
Human memory is a strange thing, he observed. How it comes and goes. How sometimes folk tuck the past away so deep they forget it’s there at all. The human mind is full of byways, dead ends, locked ch...
He and I…we share a bond. Not love, exactly. It goes beyond that. He is mine as surely as sun follows moon across the sky. Mine before ever I knew he existed. Mine until death and beyond.
Can a split quill write fair script?Can a blunt axe cut wood for the fire?Can a cripple please a lady?
All the same, our eyes spoke of something good, something deep, something that could grow and flower if the world we lived in would allow it. Something too precious to put into words. Something I woul...
All that he had of her was his memory, where he held every moment, every single moment that she had been his. That was all he had, to keep out the loneliness.
About happy endings. Folk like a story to finish well. Doesn’t matter if that’s true to life or not. Helps to hear about folk being content. About good folk getting what they deserve. While you’re lis...
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...
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.
When the Fair Folk gave you an instruction, you followed it, whether it suited you or not. That was just the way it was.