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At the end of the parapet, a long black coat lay neatly folded on the wall. At the other end stood my sister and her lover. Tati's arms were wound around Sorrow's neck, her body pressed close to his, as if she would melt into him. His hands were enlaced in my sister's long hair as he strained her slight form against him, white on black. Their eyes were closed; their lips clung; they were lost in each other. It was beautiful and powerful. It..
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Juliet Marillier |
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a02737f
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Ask us for any help you need...Let us be strong for you.
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strength
help
loyalty
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Juliet Marillier |
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ba05990
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I should have realized, when Cathal kissed me in the hallway, that my response was the first raindrop heralding a storm.
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metaphor
love
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Juliet Marillier |
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60e289c
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I wept in self-pity, and because I knew you could never go back. You chose your path, and that was it.
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pity
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Juliet Marillier |
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1cc3b03
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I thought of betrayal and how it came so easily - in a word, a glance, a gesture.
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Juliet Marillier |
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f461883
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You bound him to you with your courage and your tales. You hold him to you now. You captured a wild creature when you had no place you could keep him.
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storytelling
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Juliet Marillier |
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b0b106a
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This is a--a proposal of marriage?" he asked me, and there was the very smallest trace of a smile at the corner of his mouth, something I had never seen before. "I suppose so," I said, blushing again. "And, as you see, I'm doing it properly, on my knees." "This would, however, be a partnership of equals you're offering, I imagine?" "Undoubtedly." (448-49)"
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Juliet Marillier |
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3a9e891
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You are the blood in my veins, and the beating of my heart. You are my first waking thought, and my last sigh before sleeping. You are - you are bone of my bone, and breath of my breath.
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Juliet Marillier |
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9282e42
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Death is final. The felling of trees is final. What we ask of you is simply the recognition of change, Jena. Yours is a world of constant change. You must learn to change, too. You spend a great deal of time worrying about others: trying to put their lives right, trying to shape your world as you believe it should be. You must learn to trust your instincts, or you are doomed to spend your life blinded by duty while beside you a wondrous tre..
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Juliet Marillier |
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5818286
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There is no place here for softness. Let folk in too close and you offer them up as weapons for your own destruction.
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Juliet Marillier |
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67acf13
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We all accepted that this land was a gate to that other world, the realm of spirits and dreams and the Fair Folk, without any question. The place we grew up in was so full of magic that it was almost a part of everyday life - not to say you'd meet one of them every time you went out to pick berries, or draw water from your well, but everyone we knew had a friend of a friend who'd strayed too far into the forest, and disappeared; or ventured..
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fairies-faeries
inevitable
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Juliet Marillier |
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For the others, it was still just a tale, like all the tales we told, night by night, tales comical and strange, tales heroic and awe-inspiring, the tales that formed the fabric of our spirits.
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spirit
tale
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Juliet Marillier |
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528e2d8
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I could not imagine living away from Sevenwaters, away from all that was so much a part of me. Maybe, if you cared enough about someone, you could do it and not feel your spirit torn in two. But the forest keeps her hold on all those who are born there, and they cannot travel far without the yearning in them to return.
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Juliet Marillier |
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19dc06a
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I felt Red's arm close around me like a shield against the rest of the world. His mouth was against my hair, and his heart thumped violently under my cheek. I shut my eyes, and held onto his shirt with both hands, and wept.
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Juliet Marillier |
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5c9cd3e
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Because if I see you defeated, then I think I will see Alban defeated, and if that happens, none of us can go on. To guard you is to guard the heart of this land of ours.
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Juliet Marillier |
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1ae66c2
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Later I stirred again, knowing the night was passing, but unwilling to wake fully lest this fair vision be lost forever. There was an arm across me, holding the cloak around me; and the same old blanket covered the two of us. Darragh lay behind me, his body curled neatly against my own, his living warmth a part of me, his slow peaceful breathing steady against my hair. I kept quite still. I did not allow myself to return to full consciousne..
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Juliet Marillier |
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d750bb6
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I wanted so much to keep you safe. I did my best. I'm sorry things didn't come out different for the two of us. I wish I could have been good enough for you.
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Juliet Marillier |
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Eat of my deep earth, drink of my living streams, for I am your Mother. Your heart is my wild drum, your breath my eternal song. If you would live, dance with me!
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Juliet Marillier |
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19cd684
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Not all were joyful tales; we needed to acknowledge that love was not just kisses, smiles, and fulfillment, but also sacrifice, compromise, and hard work.
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love-quotes
love
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Juliet Marillier |
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c0188e9
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There was so much of beauty here: the neat, small tracks of a foraging creature, stoat or marten; the inticate tracery of a skeleton leaf, still clinging vainly to its parent tree as, little by little, time stripped it of its substance, leaving only the delicate remembrance of what it had been.
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Juliet Marillier |
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a0c09d2
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Johnny was sobbing in shuddering gasps, telling me his small tale of woe, that the world was suddently different, and that he wanted me to make it better, right now please." --Liadan's interpretation of her baby's cries."
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Juliet Marillier |
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e595bc2
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I wonder how it takes you, that moment when everything turns to shadows. - Somerled.
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Juliet Marillier |
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b2da2c8
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The end of the story is of your making, nobody else's. You can do with it as you choose. There are as many paths open to your hero as branches on a great tree. They are wonderful and terrible, and plain and twisted. They touch and part and intermingle, and you can follow them whatever way you will.
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Juliet Marillier |
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I like your anger,' the Hag said mildly. 'I like your resistance. It makes you less than courteous, but altogether more interesting.
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resistance
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Juliet Marillier |
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Don't punish me for what you see as your own failings. I want to be with you more than anything in the world. I've dreamed of this since that day you spoke of, the day you called me 'my heart' and surprised me with a kiss. Never mind the handfasting, if you don't want that. But please don't push me away. I know you love me. I love you with all my heart. Please give this time.
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Juliet Marillier |
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Let there be a time in the future, I prayed, when he laughs with his children, and plays on the shore with them, and spends all his nights in loving arms. Let us have that. To whom I was praying I did not know. 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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love
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Juliet Marillier |
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a608e7f
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Hope is such a tenuous quality. To feel it and then to be denied what one most longs for ... Better, surely, not to hope at all, than to open the heart to a hope that is impossible.
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longing
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Juliet Marillier |
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5ab46b0
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I saw that in him she had found her sun and moon, her stars and her dreams.
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Juliet marillier |
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2012b96
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He would have told her--he would have said, it matters not if you are here, or there, for I see you before me every moment. I see you in the light on the water, in the swaying of the young trees in the spring wind. I see you in the shadows of the great oaks, I hear your voice in the cry of the owl at night. You are the blood in my veins, and the beating of my heart. You are my first waking thought, and my last sigh before sleeping. You are-..
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Juliet Marillier |
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c209c09
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The most powerful weapon is hope.
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weapon
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Juliet Marillier |
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9116080
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I told you once," said Red, "that I wanted to hear your voice. I did not think the first words I would hear would be these." "Those were not the first words," I whispered, fighting tears. I would not weep."
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Juliet Marillier |
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What did she give you?" He turned and smiled at me, the curve of his wide mouth transforming his face completely. "Faith in myself," he said simply. "To do what's right, and not falter, no matter how hard it gets."
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Juliet Marillier |
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e196c60
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Every ancient tale has truth at its heart," I said. "That's what I've always believed, anyway. But after years and years of retelling, the shape of those old stories changes. What may once have been simple and easily recognized becomes strange, wondrous and magical. Those are only the trappings of the story. The truth lies beneath those fantastic garments."
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myths
legends
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Juliet Marillier |
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48a722f
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But I believe we all have an inner goodness; a little flame that stays alight through the worst of trials.
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Juliet Marillier |
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dee88de
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Some broken things you can't mend. Some you have to put together very slowly piece by fragile piece, waiting until the last bit of work is strong enough before you try the next. It takes a lot of patience.
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Juliet Marillier |
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36b609a
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Each of us wore our memories of what might have been.
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Juliet Marillier |
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35b4b2f
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There's a light shining in him, moving him forward: the light of freedom. That's what draws all of us to follow, to take risks, to keep on fighting when we see our comrades fall beside us. But there's no light without shadow.
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war
hope
inspirational
warrior
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Juliet Marillier |
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b31ba8e
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She said, a child born at midwinter comes into the world on the shortest day of the year. From that point on, the days stretch out. And so a child born at midwinter walks always toward the light, all his life.
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Juliet Marillier |
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b36c29d
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A fine man", observed my sister, pouring mead for the two of us. "Well trained."
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Juliet Marillier |
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db293a7
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There is the darkness of a moonless night out of doors, and there is the darkness of a house with its shutters closed and the lamps quenched. There is the darkness of sleep, relieved by the bright images of dreams. But no darkness is as complete, as blanketing, as terrifying as the utter darkness of underground.
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Juliet Marillier |
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b2f1e8d
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Because, when I was away, I couldn't stop thinking about you. Part of me said, yes, it was the right thing to do, for your sake; part of me recognized the kind of man I am, the kind of work I do, the utter impossibility of it. But the other part of me... I felt your absence like a wound.
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Juliet Marillier |
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3d505ad
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Though it was dark, I could see how his eyes came alive with enthusiasm and the way he used his hands to illustrate with surprising grace. There were hidden depths beneath that impassive exterior. A sweet kernel shielded by a tough shell; dancing fire concealed in stone.
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Juliet Marillier |
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Man sets his hand to games of power and influence, he quests for far horizons and wealth beyond imagining. He thinks to own what cannot be possessed. He hews the ancient trees to broaden his grazing lands; he mines the deep caves and topples the standing stones. He embraces a new faith with fervor and, perhaps, with sincerity. But he grows ever further from the old things. He can no longer hear the heartbeat of the earth, his mother. He can..
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Juliet Marillier |
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Goodbye Curly. I'll see you next summer. Keep out of trouble, now, until I come back.
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romance
juliet-marillier
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Juliet Marillier |