It’s an odd thing, happiness. Some people take happiness from gold. Or black pearls. And some of us, far more fortunate, take their happiness from periwinkles.
A librarian had found the baby sitting abandoned on the sheer edge of the world; the librarians kept her. That proved shrewd. Nepenthe had drooled on words, talked at them, and tried to eat them until...
This bond I draw between you: that though you are parted in mind or in body, there will be a call in the core of you, one to the other, that nothing, no one else will answer to. By the secrets of eart...
She descended, not through the nearest hole as was her childhood habit, but more sedately down a marble staircase that began life in the upper world as an innocent stairway from a cellar door. Below,...
I need you to forgive me. And then perhaps I can begin to forgive myself. There is no one but you who can do that either.
How strange to be in a dream one moment and in the world the next, and to know the difference in the blink of an eye.
He exuded ambiguities she decided, that was his fascination.His mouth spoke; his eyes said something other: his smile belied everything....He played with the language of the Circle of Days like a chil...
Experience teaches us restrictions, the mage reminded him. They are not dreamed up in some peaceful tower on a mountaintop.
You are Faey's makingMeg where silent, not even willing to give this old raven the sound of her voice. Domina Pearl smiled, a thin smile like a wrinkle in old leather.Who made you, really I wonder? Di...
What you say, when you say a word. What you think when you say it. What I see and hear when you speak. Words are ancient; visions and echoes cling to them like barnacles on the whale’s back. You speak...
What a dull place the world would be if all the mysteries in it were solved.
Lavender,' he commented, looking at the ribbons in her sleeve.'The prince was tired, he said, of looking at so much black.''So am I,' he breathed. ...Sorrow caught her, as it did sometimes unexpectedl...
It was no warning, no judgment, simply her name, and she could have wept at the recognition of it.
In sixteen years since then, she had changed beyond recognition, and he had not changed by a moment, being the same dispassionate, thin-haired wraith who had picked her up with his bony hands and tuck...
I think they could teach us unimaginable things. Unimaginable! I can't imagine anything except danger.I know. That's why they're afraid of you.
I suppose it was easier, in that harsh world, to make demons out of your neighbors, with their imperfections, tempers, rheumy eyes, missing teeth, irritating habits and smells, than to find angelic be...
His face, at once beautiful and feral, revealed no more than the lion’s face, which says nothing at all as the lion crouches and waits. It speaks only when it springs.
He is not here to help me with this; you must take his place.'Ducon started to speak, faltered. He stared at her, the bruise on his face suddenly vivid against his pallor, as if she had struck him.
He had made tiny pipes of feathers he had found along the streets; birds answered him here as they had in the hinterlands. A night-bird, singing back to his playing, showed him the loose bar in the ir...
His unending ambition to find death and conquer it or become it, which, poets said later, became the same thing in the end.