She is a story with no ending, happy or sad. She can never belong to anything mortal enough to want her. Most
My experience is that if you need a wagonload of weaponry to feel secure, you are likely doomed before your bespoke sword clears the scabbard.
Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart. I would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name.
You ever want to see real witchcraft, you watch people protecting their comfort, their beliefs.
You don't have to believe in Hell. All you need is to hear someone who really does, who believes in it this minute, today, the way people believe in 1685 — all you have to do is see his face, his voic...
You can love, and fear, and forbid things to be what they are, and overact. Let it end here then, let the quest end. Is the world any the worse for losing the unicorns, and would it be any better if t...
Unicorns are not to be forgiven. The magician felt himself growing giddy with jealousy, not only of the touch but of something like a secret that was moving between Molly and the unicorn. Unicorns are...
Unicorn, mermaid, lamia, sorceress, Gorgon—no name you give her would surprise me, or frighten me. I love whom I love.
There's more meaning than magic to this
Then what is magic for? Prince Lír demanded wildly. What use is wizardry if it cannot save a unicorn? He gripped the magician's shoulder hard, to keep from falling.Schmedrick did not turn his head. Wi...
The universe and Claudio Bianchi had agreed long ago to leave one another alone, and he was grateful, knowing very well how rare such a bargain is, and how rarely kept. And if he had any complaints, h...
The torches went out, and in the darkness, he placed his lips to my ear. I believe you because I choose to; not because I do.
The air was motionless, carved, a block of warm copper fitting neatly around the earth, molded while soft to fit every house and every human being on the earth, and now hardened forever so that no man...
She said, I will go no farther.There is no choice. We can only go on. The magician said again. We can only go on.
Oh, more people than not have some magic, they just forget about it. Children use it all the time - what do you think jump rope rhymes are, or bouncing ball games, or cat's cradles? Where do you think...
Oh but I do remember her - as I shouldn't, for any number of reasons - with her ragged, grayinghair sticking out on all sides, her mouth glorious with mockery and her body wearing blood-flecked sweat...
My people are in the world again. No sorrow will live in me as long as that joy—save one, and I thank you for that, too.
Lir said, It is my right. A hero is entitled to his happy ending, when it comes at last. But Schmendrick answered, This is not the end, either for you or for her.
Like that Chinese monkey trying to grab the moon in the water, Uncle Chaim said to me once. That's me, a Chinese monkey.(Uncle Chaim and Aunt Rifke and the Angel)
If I danced with my feet As I dance in my dreaming, As graceful and gleaming As Death in disguise— Oh, that would be sweet, But then would I hunger To be ten years younger, Or wedded, or wise? The