There is no truth on this island of yours. Rather, there are as many truths as there are stars in the sky; and every one of them different.
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.
There is the darkness of a moonless night out of doors, and there is the darkness of a house with its shutters closed and the lamps quenched. There is the darkness of sleep, relieved by the bright ima...
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,...
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,...
Nothing comes without a price.
The end of the story is of your making, nobody else's. You can do with it as you choose. There are as many paths open to your hero as branches on a great tree. They are wonderful and terrible, and pla...
Only a fool gives up his one treasure.
Cherish what you have, for in an instant it can be gone. And when it’s gone, let the memory not be a weight that drags you down, but a bright light leading you forward.
Part of me has turned wild, and another part’s turned dark as endless night, and I’m not going to change back just because someone says I must.
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.
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...
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...
Real life is not quite as it is in stories. In the old tales, bad things happen, and when the tale has unfolded and come to its triumphant conclusion, it is as if the bad things had never been. Life i...
Saved my life, Grim said.You saved mine.Good team, then.
Seven years of this and I'll have lost whatever edge I once had, I said. I'll have turned into one of those well-fed countrywomen who pride themselves on making better preserves then their neighbors,...
You are the blood in my veins, and the beating of my heart. You are my first waking thought, and my last sigh before sleeping. You are - you are bone of my bone, and breath of my breath.
We all accepted that this land was a gate to that other world, the realm of spirits and dreams and the Fair Folk, without any question. The place we grew up in was so full of magic that it was almost...
She was a creature of the deep, and there she must return, or perish. Toby understood that, but it hardly helped him. For all he had of her was his memory, where he held every moment, every single mom...
Trust can be a hard lesson; hope still more difficult.
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