She poured the water, arranged some bread near enough the embers to scorch but not catch fire, and looked up at Little John. She was so accustomed to his step, to his bulk, that it took a moment to no...
She fell asleep, leaning on his chest, and he edged her a little off a particularly painful bruise, leaned his head back against the tree he had propped them up against, and closed his own eyes.
Rosie hated her curly golden hair. When she was old enough to hold minimal conversations, the itsy-bitsy-cutesycoo sort of grown-ups would pull the soft ringlets gently and tell her what a pretty litt...
Roses are for love. Not silly sweet-hearts' love but the love that makes you and keeps you whole, love that gets you through the worst your life'll give you and that pours out of you when you're given...
Post-traumatic shock, phooey. Seemed to me the trauma was trotting right along with me, like a dog on a leash with its owner. I was the dog. I
Nothing?' said Corlath. 'I said there were two things. I have told you the first. You told us what you saw as you saw it. But this is the second thing: you spoke in the Old Tongue, what we call the La...
My sheets had never been so clean as they had in the past few months. I hardly got them on again before something else happened and I was feverishly ripping them off and stuffing them in the wash with...
My kind [vampires] does not surprise easily, he said. You surprised me, this morning. I have thus used up my full quota of shock and consternation for some interval.I stared at him. You made a *joke*....
Little John, watching her standing next to her brother, half-glowering in the old Cecil manner and half-comforted by Robin's words, saw for a moment what it had been like for her as Will's litter sist...
I liked that: a little pressure on the understood boundaries of yourself.
I have a mastery of the art of worrying that is a burden to me if I may not use it. --Robin
Gods of all the world, say something, she cried, and Talat startled beneath her.I love you, said Luthe. I will love you till the stars crumble, which is a less idle threat than is usual to lovers on p...
Even Mongo liked him, although Mongo likes everybody. (Also Mongo was so thrilled with himsel for staying in the dog bed till I'd released him that was going to blow his mood.)
But it was equally clear to her that this was her fate, that she had called its name and it had come to her, and she could do nothing now but own it.
But it is not, as we say when we are being diplomatic, a fruitful source of inquiry.
Betrayal would be a different sort of sick.
And when I looked up and saw you as you were, in no gaudy robes and bearing no solemn goblet - suddenly I had hope.''I did not see you looking,' said Mirasol.'I did no want you to see,' said the Maste...
And everybody dreams about vampires; we grow up dreaming about them. They're the first and worst monster that lives under everybody's bed.
All you did was sit there, he said. Why are you so tired?I sat very diligently, she said.
The great thing about fantasy is that you can drag dreams and longings and hopes and fears and strivings out of your subconscious and call them 'magic' or 'dragons' or 'faeries' and get to know them b...