Quem é esta mulher?De cabelo cor de fogoOlhos sábios como os de uma corujaMãos fortes como as de um guerreiroDelicadas como as de uma mãe,Toda ela é guerra por foraE bondade por dentroSegue o seu rumo...
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,...
She had sacrificed her childhood to save her brothers; she loved her family above all else, and her spirits yearned to return home once more, to the wild forest and the land of mystic tales and ancien...
You thought you’d never give up your vocation, a voice whispered inside me. You thought you’d never even consider it. But you’ve met the one man who could change your mind. He is your perfect compleme...
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...
You cannot poison what is between us with your foul words. She is my light in the darkness and Johnny is my pathway ahead.
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...
Somewhere, beneath that darkness, I had seen both strength and honor. But his words of despair mocked my efforts at healing.
Tales within tales. Dreams within dreams. Pattern on pattern and path beyond path. For such short-lived folks, the human kind seem determined to make things as complicated as possible for themselves.
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...
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...
We draw our strength from the great oaks of the forest. As they take their nourishment from the soil, and from the rains that feed the soil, so we find our courage in the pattern of living things arou...
A tree is never just a tree, it is bigger and deeper and wiser than a girl like you will ever be.
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.
The most powerful weapon is hope.
The most reasonable of requests felt burdensome if a person had no choice in the matter.
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...
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...
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