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His touch warmed my whole body. I was longing to throw my arms around him and hold him close, but the magic of this moment was like a single, lovely strand of cobweb, fragile and delicate. One wrong move and it would snap beyond mending.
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magic
ya-fantasy-romance
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YA stories feature a young adult protagonist or protagonists and usually focus on that character's journey toward maturity (the tradition of the Bildungsroman.). Learning about love / relationships is an important part of that stage in our lives, so it's not surprising so many writers are building strong romantic elements into their YA stories. I don't remember quite such an emphasis on romance in the books my children read as young adults,..
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What sort of man would you choose for yourself, Liadan?, he asked me. One who is trustworthy, and true to himself, I answered straightaway. One who speaks his mind without fear. One who can be a friend as well as a husband. I would be contented with that.
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Juliet Marillier |
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You know not, yet, the sort of love that strikes like a lightning bold; that clutches hold of you by the heart, as irrevocably as death; that becomes the lodestar by which you steer the rest of your life.
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true-love
passion
love
obsessive-love
juliet-marillier
passionate
obsession
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Bran dissera, uma vez, que a confianca era um conceito sem qualquer significado. Mas, se nao podiamos confiar, ficavamos sos, porque nem a amizade, nem a sociedade, nem a familia, nem a alianca, podiam existir sem confianca. Sem ela ficavamos dispersos, a merce dos quatro ventos, sem nada a que nos agarrarmos.
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Juliet Marillier |
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Saved my life," Grim said. "You saved mine." "Good team, then."
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All the same, our eyes spoke of something good, something deep, something that could grow and flower if the world we lived in would allow it. Something too precious to put into words. Something I would not dare let out into the light of day, not yet.
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Juliet Marillier |
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Tales within tales. Dreams within dreams. Pattern on pattern and path beyond path. For such short-lived folks, the human kind seem determined to make things as complicated as possible for themselves.
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Juliet Marillier |
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His touch was like a bard's on his instrument, and it awakened a deep and mysterious music in my body.
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simile
music
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Juliet Marillier |
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I had learned how it felt to want more than the sweet touch of hand to cheek or lips to palm, more than a kiss, more than an embrace. I was starting to discover that it is not only the mind that understands love, but also the body.
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kiss
love
sweet
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Juliet Marillier |
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3c31589
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I would hold on, and hold on, until my hands clutch at emptiness.
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son-of-the-shadows
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Juliet Marillier |
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We're all trapped in a net of consequences, condemned to paths outside our control. It's the way of things.
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Juliet Marillier |
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Letters tell the truths a person will not speak. They contain the deepest of feelings, the wisest of stories. Letters are powerful. They contain messages of hope, love, change.
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Juliet Marillier |
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There were those whose love spilled over into their every gesture, and so was shared by all who knew them. But they were rare folk indeed.
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Juliet Marillier |
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if you give respect, yet get respect back. If you offend, you get...retribution.
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respect
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Juliet Marillier |
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But then, if you forget what's bad, cruel, unjust, you might not care anymore about setting things to rights. You might stop standing up against the folk who do evil deeds. And someone's got to.
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Juliet Marillier |
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Look forward, not back," the Hag said. "All is change. Do not regret. Instead, learn."
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regrets
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Juliet Marillier |
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I am a child of Alban's earth Her ancient bones brought me to birth Her crags and islands built me strong My heart beats to her deep wild song. I am the wife with bairn on knee I am the fisherman at sea I am the piper on the strand I am the warrior, sword in hand. White Lady shield me with your fire Lord of the North my heart inspire Hag of the Isles my secrets keep Master of Shadows guard my sleep. I am the mountain, I am the sky I am the ..
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Juliet Marillier |
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cherish what you have, for in an instant it can be gone. And when it's gone, let the memory not be a weight that drags you down, but a bright light leading you forward.
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Juliet Marillier |
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I did not want to cry any more. Instead I felt hollow, empty, as if all the meaning had been sucked out of me and I was drifting, light as a skeleton leaf, at the mercy of the four winds. I was drained of tears.
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Juliet Marillier |
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How could you live without human touch? Wasn't that the first thing you knew, when you came into the world and they laid you on your mother's belly? Her hand would come across and stroke your back, and cup your head, and she would smile through tears of exhaustion and wonderment. That touch of love would be the very first thing for you.
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Juliet Marillier |
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It is frightening, how one lie is just the first strand in an ever increasing fabric of untruth. And once this fabric is woven, it is very hard to unravel.
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Juliet Marillier |
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But if you remove a tyrant in anything other than an open and visible way, another tyrant soon stands up to replace him.
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Juliet Marillier |
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That's lovely singing, Saraid," Eile said. "Is Sorry asleep now?" Saraid shook her head solemnly. "Sorry's sad. Crying." She held the doll against her shoulder, patting its back. "Oh. Why is she sad?" "Sorry wants Feeler come back." It was like a punch in the gut. She had thought Saraid had forgotten him; she had assumed new friends and a safe haven would drive the memories of that long journey across country, just the three of them, fro..
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About happy endings. Folk like a story to finish well. Doesn't matter if that's true to life or not. Helps to hear about folk being content. About good folk getting what they deserve. While you're listening you can believe, for a bit, that you're good too. Worth a happy ending.
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Juliet Marillier |
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But some things did not change... Courage, for instance. Dedication to a cause. Comradeship. When they were strong and pure, when they came from deep in the bone, those qualities could hold fast against all odds.
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courage
inspirational
dedication
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Can this be love that twists and tears the heart so? Does love give nothing but the power to hurt each other? Is this what makes the simplest touch blend longing and terror in equal measure? Whatever this is, it feels like a mortal wound.
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Juliet Marillier |
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You are a devious woman, Blackthorn,' she said. 'I prefer the term strategic thinker.
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women
leader
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Juliet Marillier |
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My response came without thinking. I made a gesture that said, . And when he held out his hand to help me up the bank, I took it without flinching, as I had done once before in a torrential downpour, when that hand had been my only grip on reality in a flight from death. I trusted him. He was a Briton, and I trusted him.
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The future was in our own hands. If we wanted a world where such things were possible, it was for us to make it.
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world
future
choice
change
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Seven years of this and I'll have lost whatever edge I once had," I said. "I'll have turned into one of those well-fed countrywomen who pride themselves on making better preserves then their neighbors, and give all their chickens names."
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I had less control over my thoughts than I'd have liked. The little ring hung around my neck, under my gown, where nobody could see it. When I was alone, I took it out sometimes, wondering how he had judged the size, with nothing but my swollen, knotted fingers to go by. Wondering if my hands would ever be as they once were, small, white, and fine. By the time that happened, if it ever did, I would be long gone from here. I would have left ..
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Juliet Marillier |
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The error was not yours, Somerled," Eyvind said quietly, moving to the doorway. "It was mine. I failed to teach you the one lesson you could not do without: how to be a man."
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lesson
manhood
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Juliet Marillier |
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Who would awaken the past? It shines like a sunrise And cuts like a fine blade.
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regret
sunrise
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Juliet Marillier |
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It was quiet; so quiet. Didn't these people know how to grieve for a good man? Didn't they know how to weep, and scream with rage, and curse the powers of darkness in their sorrow? Didn't they know how to hold one another, and dry one another's tears, and tell tales of the things he had done, and of what he had been, to see him safe on his way? Where were the great fires, and the toasts in strong ale, and the scent of burning juniper?
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grief-and-loss
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Three children lay on the rocks at the water's edge. A dark-haired girl, two boys, slightly older. This image is caught forever in my memory, like some fragile creature preserved in amber.
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memories
quote
preserved
fragile
quotes
childhood
nostalgia
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The two of them are like open books, they speak the truth at the risk of their own lives, and when they keep silent their thoughts blaze like a beacon from their eyes.
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Juliet Marillier |
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You are a child no longer, whatever you might wish. You are a woman with a woman's body, and you do not think or feel as you did back there at Sevenwaters, when you ran wild in the forest and the trees spread their canopy to shelter you. Men will look at you. Come to terms with it, Sorcha. You cannot hide forever. They will look at you with desire in their eyes. You were taken against your will, and it damaged you. But life goes on.
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Juliet Marillier |
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His heart and mine added a rhythm all their own. We turned and turned, and with every turning we breathed a little more quickly and held on a little more tightly, and when we came back to the place we started, we stopped dancing and stood with our arms around each other, holding on as if we would never let go, not if the sky fell and the whole world came to an end.
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love
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Juliet Marillier |
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The rain accompanied Faolan as he travelled inland to the crossroads where he must at last make a choice of ways. He tried to fix his mind on the decision ahead, but thoughts of Deord intruded: Deord strong and serene as guard to a solitary, gifted captive; Deord devoting all he had left, after Breakstone, to keeping that wrongly imprisoned man safe from his own brother and from himself. Deord, at the end, fighting one last, heroic battle a..
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Juliet Marillier |
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Part of me has turned wild, and another part's turned dark as endless night, and I'm not going to change back just because someone says I must.
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Juliet Marillier |
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Human memory is a strange thing," he observed. "How it comes and goes. How sometimes folk tuck the past away so deep they forget it's there at all. The human mind is full of byways, dead ends, locked chambers. Strongboxes guarding matters too painful to be brought into the light; dusty corners where items considered too trivial are tossed away. You'll remember one day. And if you do not, perhaps it is no matter."
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Juliet Marillier |
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That's what it is to be a hero," Riordan says. "It's fighting on even when you're hopelessly outnumbered. It's seeing your friends dying all around you, witnessing the most shocking cruelty you could imagine, and still finding the courage to go on. It's doing the very best you can."
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courage
hope
hero
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Juliet Marillier |
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9f89bb9
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But there are two sides to every fight. It starts from something small, a chance remark, a gesture made lightly. It grows from there. Both sides can be unjust. Both can be cruel.
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Juliet Marillier |