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The odd thing about people who had many books was how they always wanted more.
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reading
books
book-lovers
readers
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Patricia A. McKillip |
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Words, he decided, were inadequate at best, impossible at worst. They meant too many things. Or they meant nothing at all.
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words
meaning
language
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Patricia A. McKillip |
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The man was hit in one eye by a stone, and that eye turned inward so that it looked into his mind, and he died of what he saw there
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Patricia A. McKillip |
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She is our moon. Our tidal pull. She is the rich deep beneath the sea, the buried treasure, the expression in the owl's eye, the perfume in the wild rose. She is what the water says when it moves.
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Patricia A. McKillip |
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If you have no faith in yourself, then have faith in the things you call truth. You know what must be done. You may not have courage or trust or understanding or the will to do it, but you know what must be done. You can't turn back. There is now answer behind you. You fear what you cannot name. So look at it and find a name for it. Turn your face forward and learn. Do what must be done. -Deth to Morgon, Prince of Hed-
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learning
fear
name
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Patricia A. McKillip |
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Night is not something to endure until dawn. It is an element, like wind or fire. Darkness is its own kingdom; it moves to its own laws, and many living things dwell in it.
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Patricia A. McKillip |
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What do you think love is- a thing to startle from the heart like a bird at every shout or blow? You can fly from me, high as you choose into your darkness, but you will see me always beneath you, no matter how far away, with my face turned to you. My heart is in your heart. I gave it to you with my name that night and you are its guardian, to treasure it, or let it whither and die. I do not understand you. I am angry with you. I am hurt an..
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I did not want to think about people. I wanted the trees, the scents and colors, the shifting shadows of the wood, which spoke a language I understood. I wished I could simply disappear in it, live like a bird or a fox through the winter, and leave the things I had glimpsed to resolve themselves without me.
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nature
forest
woods
trees
myths
fox
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Patricia A. McKillip |
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Love and anger are like land and sea: They meet at many different places.
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Patricia A. McKillip |
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It's an odd thing, happiness. Some people take happiness from gold. Or black pearls. And some of us, far more fortunate, take their happiness from periwinkles.
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Patricia A. McKillip |
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There are no simple words. I don't know why I thought I could hide anything behind language.
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Patricia A. McKillip |
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I thought of you with your hair silver as snow all through that cold, slow journey from Sirle. I felt you troubled deep within me, and there was no other place in the world I would rather have been than in the cold night riding to you. When you opened your gates to me, I was home.
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passion
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Patricia A. McKillip |
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All I wanted, even when I hated you most, was some poor, barren, parched excuse to love you. But you only gave me riddles.
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harpist
morgon
patricia-mckillip
riddle-master
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Patricia A. McKillip |
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That's the beginning of magic. Let your imagination run and follow it.
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magic
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Patricia A. McKillip |
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But you must stop playing among his ghosts -- it's stupid and dangerous and completely pointless. He's trying to lay them to rest here, not stir them up, and you seem eager to drag out all the sad old bones of his history and make them dance again. It's not nice, and it's not fair.
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past
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Patricia A. McKillip |
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Shall I add a man to my collection?
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Patricia A. McKillip |
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You can weave your life so long -- only so long, and then a thing in the world out of your control will tug at one vital thread and leave you patternless and subdued.
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Patricia A. McKillip |
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The idea of fairyland fascinates me because it's one of those things, like mermaids and dragons, that doesn't really exist, but everyone knows about it anyway. Fairyland lies only in the eye of the beholder who is usually a fabricator of fantasy. So what good is it, this enchanted, fickle land which in some tales bodes little good to humans and, in others, is the land of peace and perpetual summer where everyone longs to be? Perhaps it's ju..
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fantasy
dreams
mermaids
fairyland
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Patricia A. McKillip |
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The giant Grof was hit in one eye by a stone, and that eye turned inward so that it looked into his mind, and he died of what he saw there. -Cyrin
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Patricia A. McKillip |
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But dear, you hate to sew. I will be married soon. Lady Thiel says a woman with needlework in her hands is generally assumed to have no other thoughts in her head and can safely harbor any number of improprieties. That will come in handy, especially when I'm married to a wizard.
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marriage
needlework
sewing
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Patricia A. McKillip |
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What?" It was a good word. Like a rock in a river, sticking up to let you land on it, so you could make your way across the flow."
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Patricia A. McKillip |
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The young gentlemen who came calling seemed especially puzzling. They sat in their velvet shirts and their leather boots, nibbling burnt cakes and praising Diamond's mind, and all the while their eyes said other things. their eyes said. Then: 'You are flowers,' their mouths said, 'You are jewels, you are golden dreams.' Their eyes said:
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lies
love
the-lion-and-the-lark
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Patricia A. McKillip |
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Do you become in visible?' 'No. I'm there, if you know how to look. I stand between the place you look at and the place you see. Behind what you expect to see. If you expect to see me, you do. I listen in places where no one expects me to be.
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Patricia A. McKillip |
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I came back." "Suppose you hadn't?" "I came back! Why can't you understand, instead of thinking as though your brains are made of oak. Athol's son, with his hair and eyes and vision -" "No!" Tristan said sharply. Eliard's fist, raised and knotted, halted in midair. Morgon dropped his face again against his knees. Eliard shut his eyes. "Why do you think I'm so angry?" he whispered. "I know." "Do you? Even - even after six months I still expe..
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Patricia A. McKillip |
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Here in Raine, I can walk with the sunlight on my face. I can speak to anyone who speaks to me. I can learn my daughter's language. I can be called the name I was given when I was born. Here I am no longer my own secret. Will you let me stay?
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kane
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Patricia A. McKillip |
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The moon grew full, then slowly pared itself down until it shriveled into a ghostly boat riding above the roiling dark. Then it fell out of the sky. They climbed into it, left land behind, and floated out to sea.
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Patricia A. McKillip |
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Faey lived, for those who knew how to find her, within Ombria's past. Parts of the city's past lay within time's reach, beneath the streets in great old limestone tunnels: the hovels and mansions and sunken river that Ombria shrugged off like a forgotten skin, and buried beneath itself through the centuries.
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fantasy
faey
enchanted-heart
page-14
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Patricia A. McKillip |
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It's so hard to think in winter. The world seems confined in the space of your heart; you can't see beyond yourself.
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Patricia A. McKillip |
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Winds shook me apart piecemeal, flung a bone here, a bone there. My eyes became snow, my hair turned to ice; I heard it chime against my shoulders like wind-blown glass. If I spoke, words would fall from me like snow, pour out of me like black wind.
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Patricia A. McKillip |
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What are the thorns really telling her? It's why she won't let us see them, why she clings to them--or they cling to her--as though she got herself buried in a bramble thicket and she can't get out and we can't get in to free her.
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words
tangled
thorns
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Patricia A. McKillip |
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There was the gaudy patch of sunflowers beside the west gate of the palace of the Prince of Ombria, that did nothing all day long but turn their golden-haired, thousand-eyed faces to follow the sun.
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enchanted-heart
page-15
imagery
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Patricia A. McKillip |
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Morgon of Hed met the High One's harpist one autumn day when the trade-ships docked at Tol for the season's exchange of goods. A small boy caught sight of the round-hulled ships with their billowing sails striped red and blue and green, picking their way among the tiny fishing boats in the distance, and ran up the coast from Tol to Akren, the house of Morgon, Prince of Hed. There he disrupted an argument, gave his message, and sat down at t..
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Patricia A. McKillip |
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I don't teach lies, but I do not teach all I know is true.
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teaching
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Patricia A. McKillip |
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She smiled. "I don't know. I wonder sometimes, too. Then you touch my face with your scarred hand and read my mind. Your eyes know me. That's why I keep following you all over the realm, barefoot or half-frozen, cursing the sun or the wind, or myself because I have no more sense than to love a man who does not even possess a bed I can crawl into at night. And sometimes I curse you because you have spoken my name in a way that no other man i..
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Patricia A. McKillip |
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that once were urgent and necessary for an orderly world and now were buried away, gathering dust and of no use to anyone.
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clutter
dust
order
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Patricia A. McKillip |
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How strange to be in a dream one moment and in the world the next, and to know the difference in the blink of an eye.
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Patricia A. McKillip |
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Sorry, he said penitently. It's a book. I have no common sense around them.
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Patricia A. McKillip |
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Once I used my powers. Now I feel like a dancing instructor, reminding the queen whom she is dancing with at this hour and with which foot she should begin.' 'Be thankful,' Gavin advised with a laugh, 'that so far the music is still being played and everyone is trying to dance in harmony.
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harmony
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Patricia A. McKillip |
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He closed his grade book and asked hopefully, "What inspired you? Was it Hawthorne?" I stared at him. He had to be kidding."
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Patricia A. McKillip |
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A librarian had found the baby sitting abandoned on the sheer edge of the world; the librarians kept her. That proved shrewd. Nepenthe had drooled on words, talked at them, and tried to eat them until she learned to take them into her eyes instead of her mouth.
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words
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Patricia A. McKillip |
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I wish you were small again, so I could hold you in my arms and comfort you. But you are grown, and you know that for some things there is no comfort.
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knowledge
protection
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Patricia A. McKillip |
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He could pick my heart like a rose and watch it wither in his hand. Sometimes I think he is like that. At other times I think he is as simple and golden and generous as our father's fields. And then I see things in his eyes - things that I have never looked at, and I know that I have walked a short and easy road out of my past, while he has walked a thousand roads to meet me. I know Perrin's past; the same road runs into his future. I don't..
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Patricia A. McKillip |
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He had no place in the world, he said once, therefore he could go everywhere.
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Patricia A. McKillip |
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The message, which one fall or another of the coin would eventually give him, was how to get himself out of his chamber and into Nepenthe's, so that he could tell her why he had not come to tell her why he had not come.
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confusing-explanations
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Patricia A. McKillip |