In a way, Great –Uncle Merry said. His eyes seemed dazed, unable to focus anywhere, but there was a twitching at the corners of his mouth. Somehow, without smiling, he looked happier than they had eve...
Go away, he said. Go away. I wish you had never come here. I wish I had never heard of the Light and the Dark, and your damned old Merriman and his rhymes. If I had your golden harp now I would throw...
But once in a great while he remembered that he had felt pain, a terrible ache in his heart, and he swore he would never let himself feel love for a human again.
Writing is one of the loneliest professions in the world because it has to be practiced in this very separate private world, in _here_. Not in the mind; in the imagination. And I think it is possible...
Where did they go?Where the leaves go in autumn, Will said.Bran looked at him and seemed suddenly to relax; he grinned. There's poetic, now.Will laughed. It's true. Of course, the trouble with leaves...
They walked as old friends walk, without often speaking, sharing the kind of silence that is not so much silence as a kind of still communication.
The Herdsman passed, nodding, the bright star Arcturus at his knee; the Bull roared by, bearing the great sun Aldebaran and the small group of the Pleiades singing in small melodic voices, like no voi...
For Drake is no longer in his hammock, children, nor is Arthur somewhere sleeping, and you may not lie idly expecting the second coming of anybody now, because the world is yours and it is up to you.
But if you work and care and are watchful, as we have tried to be for you, then in the long run the worse will never, ever, triumph over the better.
Maybe because the dark can only reach people at the extremes-- those bound by their own shiny ideas or locked up in the darkness of their own heads.
They came generally from people writing theses on fantasy or on the Dark Is Rising books. They were full of questions I’d never thought about and false assumptions that I didn’t want to think about. T...
The future can not blame the present, just as the present cannot blame the past.
She understood about the comfort you can get from a small separate world, whether it's a theatre or a basketball team or the inside of a book.
You remember the fairy tales you were told when you were very small - 'once upon a time...' Why do you think they always began like that?Because they weren't true, Simon said promptly.Jane said, caugh...
People seemed to me to fill life with shadows that should not be there.
Once upon a time... a long time ago... things that happened once perhaps but have been talked about for so long that nobody really knows. And underneath all the bits that people have added the magic s...