Eanna love us, Adaon preserve us, Morian guard our souls.

It was different, though, knowing something in your thoughts and then hearing it confirmed, made real, planted in the world like a tree

We worship…the powers that speak to our souls, if it seems they do. We do so knowing there is more to the world, and the half-world, and perhaps worlds beyond, than we can grasp. We...

He had a sense—honed by experience—that what he’d contrived might achieve something of the effect he wanted. That, Martinius had always said, was the best any man in this fallible world could expect. [p. 67]

It is not easy, she thinks, to make your way in the world while insisting on a new path.

When you didn’t say a lot, he thought, you said the important things.

Ambitions and dreams put you at a drinking table with unexpected companions. Cups were filled and refilled, making you drunk with the illusion of changing the world.

Eyyia?” said her husband, and Eliane bet Danel heard the mangling of her name as music.”You sound like a marsh frog,” she said, moving to stand before his chair.By the flickering light she saw him...

Tigana, let my memory ofyou be like a blade in mysoul.

My youngest brother had a wonderful schtick from some time in high school, through to graduating medicine. He had a card in his wallet that read, ‘If I am found with amnesia, please give me...

When I’m all grown up, come what may,I’ll build a boat to carry me away

She had been a solitary child, and then solitary as a woman, drawn into an orbit of her own that took her away from others, even those who would be her friends.

Reading is a collaboration between the writer and reader. Both parties must keep that in mind when dealing with a work of fiction.”{Guy Gavriel Kay}

There are no wrong turnings. Only paths we had not known we were meant to walk.

It can be hard to write a skillfully entertaining fiction, but a great book wants to be more, and wants more from us.

This was not a beauty that warmed one. It cut, like a weapon. There was no nuance of gentleness in her, no shading of care, but fair she was, as is the flight of an...

By things so achingly small are lives measured and marred.

It had taken skill, tact, an ability to choose friends well, and a great deal of luck… Luck was always part of it, one way or another

If this is truly the time that will decide, we have no business refusing people who feel the way we do. No right to decide that they must huddle in their homes waiting to see...

What mortal knew the way their fate line would run?

A hand fought best when it made a fist.

Bright star of Eanna, forgive me the manner of this, but you are the harbor of my soul’s journeying.

That felt strange. How sharp a rent a handful of moments made in the fabric of a life.

I love the way folktale and fantasy tap into the roots of story telling. The paradox, for me, is that by moving a story into the fantastic we can actually bring it closer to the...

I have been made to realize tonight that there are limits to what I wish to do or see done for any cause.

You have no idea how dearly I wish you were of my blood. My daughter, granddaughter. Will you allow me to take pride in what you are?”– Sandre to Catriana

No man ever truly possesses a woman, anyhow,” said Gidas moodily. “He has her body for a time if he’s lucky, but only the most fleeting glimpse into her soul.” Gidas was a poet, or...

Full moon is falling through the sky.Cranes fly through clouds.Wolves howl. I cannot find restBecause I am powerlessTo amend a broken world.Sima Zian added, “I love the man who wrote that, I told you before,...

The privacy of pride.