|
1588715
|
To my surprise, Joscelin rose. 'Phedre-' He began, then halted. Sitting below him, I watched him smile to himself, quiet and private. 'Phedre yields with a willow's grace,' he said softly. 'And endures with the strength of mountains. Without her, life would be calm; and yet lack all meaning.
|
|
joscelin-verreuil
love
|
Jacqueline Carey |
|
006c170
|
"Joscelin, is love supposed to make you feel like you're sick and dying, and mad enough to hit someone and drunk with joy, and your heart's a boulder n your chest trying to burst into a thousand pieces all at once?" "Mm-hmm." He finished his ale. "That would be love." --
|
|
imriel-no-montreve
joscelin-verreuil
love
|
Jacqueline Carey |
|
53127a2
|
"By morning, Joscelin was resigned. "You know, betimes I think you are a little mad, Imriel no Montreve," he said to me in the courtyard outside the stable, holding the Bastard's reins. "You never said that to Phedre," I reminded him. "Ah, well." He grinned despite himself. "In her case, there is no question."
|
|
joscelin-verreuil
kushiel-s-justice
|
Jacqueline Carey |