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The gods use their chosen hard, but reveal little to them.
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Jacqueline Carey |
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Our eyes met. We had so very many shared memories between us, Bao and I. Some were wonderous, and some were terrible. Some were both.
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Jacqueline Carey |
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As ever, his grief made my heart ache. "Ambition is a dangerous thing," I murmured. "One can harbor it unknowing, only to find it sparked into life when the opportunity presents itself."
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Jacqueline Carey |
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What does it mean to be good?
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Jacqueline Carey |
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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."
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kushiel-s-justice
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Alas for we who are mortal, and are denied the luxury of dramatic license. We mus live, and go onward.
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Jacqueline Carey |
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for the keeping of secrets from adults is oft the only power a child may hope to possess.
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Jacqueline Carey |
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I don't think, before that moment, that he truly grasped the nature of what I was. He knew, of course; had always known, and had been the one person who'd never cared for what, but only who I was. I saw him comprehend it now, and feared. It could change everything between us.
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Jacqueline Carey |
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Greet the sky and live, blossom!... Yet even as the wind stirs your petals, flowers fall. My flowers are eternal, my songs live forever. I lift them in offering; I, a singer. I cast them to the wind, I spill them. The flowers become gold, they come to dwell inside the palace of eternity.
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Jacqueline Carey |
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To fail and persevere is a harder test than any you will meet on the practice-field.
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Jacqueline Carey |
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I discovered that we liked each other. But I was fearful of giving free rein to my emotions. Fearful that all those emotions and longings I suppressed would spill forth, rendering me bitter and cruel.
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Jacqueline Carey |
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You have given us a part in a story the bards will sing to our children's children.
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Jacqueline Carey |
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I lie awake in my bed, clinging to the brightness I have known, fighting back the tide of darkness, the memories of blood and branding and horror, and the legacy of cruelty that runs in my own veins, shaping my own secret vow and wielding it like a brand against the darkness, whispering it to myself, over and over. I will try to be good.
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morality
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We might embody those qualities we desire to possess by embracing them, over and over, until the line between seeming and being is no more.
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Jacqueline Carey |
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It is passing strange, what a fluid thing is one's own identity.
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Jacqueline Carey |
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You sang the seas calm, and you drove the Dalriada to war, whatever it took. They know that. That's why they adore you. But everyone needs to laugh in the face of death. They're following an anguissette into battle. Give them credit for seeing the absurdity of it. You've been dwelling on it long enough.
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Jacqueline Carey |
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As often as not, we forge our own chains. And from those, not even Adonai Himself can free us. We must do it ourselves.
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Jacqueline Carey |
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For every victory," Necthana whispered, her great dark eyes shining with a mother's tears, "there is a price."
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Jacqueline Carey |
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They are fools, who reckon Elua a soft god, fit only for the worship of starry-eyed lovers. Let the warriors clamor after gods of blood and thunder; love is hard, harder than steel and thrice as cruel. It is as inexorable as the tides, and life and death alike follow in it's wake.
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Jacqueline Carey |
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The night court taught me to serve, and Delauney taught me to think; but from Melisande Shahrizai, I learned how to hate.
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Jacqueline Carey |
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In the general course of things, when beauty passes, the flower bows its head upon the stem and fails. Sometimes, though, when the petals droop, a framework of tempered steel is revealed within.
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Jacqueline Carey |
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But to force growth is to kill it.
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Jacqueline Carey |
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I thought about what a priest of Elua had told me about love many years ago, the first time I kept his vigil on the Longest Night. You will find it and lose it, again and again. And with each finding and each loss, you will become more than before. What you make of it is yours to choose. It was true.
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Jacqueline Carey |
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in the arts of covertcy, it is death to second-guess oneself.
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Jacqueline Carey |
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Genius requires an audience. For all his cleverness, Delaunay was an artist and as vulnerable as any of his kind to the desire to vaunt his brilliance. And there were few, very few, people capable of appreciating his art. I did not know, then, how deep-laid a game they played with each other, nor what part in it I was to play. All I knew was that she was the audience he chose.
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Jacqueline Carey |
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It must sound, I know, as if I had no pity for him; it wasn't true. I was angry because I was terrified. But there are times when a curse is more bracing than an endearment.
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Jacqueline Carey |
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Ma al di sopra di tutto c'e l'amore. E se desideriamo essere piu che umani, e quella la stella che dobbiamo seguire.
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fantasy
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Jacqueline Carey |
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I wanted it, I wanted it all. All the ardent beginnings and the confused between-times and the bittersweet dregs. All of the aches and sorrows, all of the soaring joys. All of it.
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Jacqueline Carey |
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An awkward silence descended between us. Where did that phrase come from? I wonder. . Descended from where exactly? Was it hovering over us like the alien spaceship in ? Maybe it wasn't really silence so much as it was the smothering weight of something unsaid, words we'd kept at bay, kept in the air, by talking about other things.
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Jacqueline Carey |
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I never forgot, never, that it had been he who, with two words, turned my deadliest flaw to a treasure beyond price.
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Jacqueline Carey |
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No two sacrifices are the same, and yet all are, in the end. It is the commitment to belong, wholly, to that which claims one.
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Jacqueline Carey |
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If the greatest danger one faces as a slave is displeasing one's masters, this is the second: pleasing them.
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Jacqueline Carey |
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Avevo Joscelin, il mio Compagno Perfetto, la bussola su cui era fisso il mio cuore.
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Jacqueline Carey |
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Non sempre chi accondiscende e debole.
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Jacqueline Carey |
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Quando l'Amore mi ha scacciata, e stata la Crudelta ad avere pieta di me.
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fantasy
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Jacqueline Carey |
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Years ago, I had a teacher who taught me that all ways lead to the Way," I said slowly, thinking. "That there is a great truth behind all the truths of the world, and the faces of the gods are masks that may be changed at will."
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Jacqueline Carey |
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It is human nature, to give in hope of getting.
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Jacqueline Carey |
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In love, howsoever it is manifest, we are greater than the sum of our parts.
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Jacqueline Carey |
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Without plenty, the wealthy lack compassion for the poor, hoarding without sharing. Without law, the strong bully the weak, stealing by force.
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Jacqueline Carey |
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Empty yourself of everything," he said. "Let your mind rest at peace. Ten thousand things rise and fall while the self watches. They grow and flourish and return to the source. Returning to the source is stillness, which is the way of nature. The way of nature is unchanging. Practice your breathing and think upon this, Moirin."
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Jacqueline Carey |
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All knowledge is worth having
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Jacqueline Carey |
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The keeping of secrets from adults is oft the only power a child may hope to possess.
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Jacqueline Carey |
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Poetry glories in excess. When it's not extolling the virtues of austerity.
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Jacqueline Carey |
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The wise man," the dragon rumbled, "does not play games with dragons."
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fantasy
banewreaker
jacqueline-carey
the-sundering
high-fantasy
wise
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