What sorrow is like to the sorrow of one who is alone?Once I dwelt in the company of the king I loved well,And my arm was heavy with the weight of the rings he gave,And my heart weighed down with the...
Think not that you can direct my steps! If you come with me - you follow!
The mountains shook again and settled into place, shaking themselves ever more lightly until the tremblors ceased.
The Goddess does not shower her gifts on those who reject them.
Pride, she thought drearily, was a cold bedfellow.
Perché lei riusciva a capire quel che non capivano i suoi genitori? Non avrebbero dovuto essere più saggi di lei? Era spaventoso che non lo fossero.
Let them go! interrupted Viviane angrily. I still think we should let them go! I do not want to live in a world of Christians, who deny the Mother—
His head was heavy on my breast, heavy as the child in my own childish arms, heavy as the King Stag who had come to me in triumph. Morgaine, my mother had called impatiently, take care of the baby......
He was guarded behind a hundred fences of reserve and anger.
He leaned his head in his hands, as if the burden he bore were too great for endurance. ‘You are wise’, he said, then raised his head and stared at her with unflinching hatred. ‘I wish you were a fool...
For this is the great secret, which was known to all educated men in our day: that by what men think, we create the world around us, daily new.
All gods are one god.
All events are but the consummation of preceding causes, clearly seen but not distinctly apprehended.
These Romans counted their lineage through the male line, rather than sensibly through the mother; it was silly, for how could any man ever know precisely who had fathered any woman’s child?
They wish to keep the weapons, and the harps, and everything else save for the suffering of childbirth and the toil of the cooking pot and the loom. I dare say they would like to say women cannot serv...
Los dos se llamaban Rafael y ambos habían hecho un juramento, lucharon juntos, murieron y fueron enterrados en la misma tumba... Como no sabía muy bien lo que hacía, extendió la mano hacia Regis y tom...
I know all about endings. It is beginnings that elude me.
I have neither talent or taste for kingship, cousin. I am a warrior, and to dwell always in one place and live at court would weary me to death!
For this is the thing the priests do not know, with their One God and One Truth; that there is no such thing as a true tale. Truth has many faces and the truth is like the old road to Avalon; it depen...
For this is the thing the priests do not know, with their One God and One Truth: that there is no such thing as a true tale. Truth has many faces and the truth is like to the old road to Avalon; it de...