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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 729b1e1 | As much as I might wish for a reason I could understand, in my heart, and not only in the dark intuitive part of me that shuddered away from such comprehension, it would never come. | understanding | Jacqueline Carey | |
| 1cd8db3 | I'm going so far out on a limb here, you might as well call me a squirrel. | Jacqueline Carey | ||
| 89daaff | and I didn't know if I was proud or indignant that he hadn't noticed. | Jacqueline Carey | ||
| 61e1e54 | There are ties that bind more complex than blood. | Jacqueline Carey | ||
| 190b519 | One does not reckon, at such times, the cost to one's limbs and joints; there is a limit to the pliancy of the mortal form. | Jacqueline Carey | ||
| 95b1971 | The pain of the flesh is naught to that of the heart. | Jacqueline Carey | ||
| d76f5a8 | He paced the room like a caged tiger, splendid in his wounded anger. | Jacqueline Carey | ||
| ff2ccde | Would that I could make of heart and soul something other than a battleground! | love soul | Jacqueline Carey | |
| 3ca9bad | mothers have wept less, bidding farewell to their children. At least, mine certainly did. | mother | Jacqueline Carey | |
| ca1c449 | There are those who are awkward in the face of sorrow, fearing to say the wrong thing; to them, I say, there is no wrong in comfort, ever. A kind word, a consoling arm ... these things are ever welcome. | sorrow | Jacqueline Carey | |
| 13c6b0b | Better to light a candle than curse the darkness. | Jacqueline Carey | ||
| ed7a124 | He was a young man, Gunter Arnlaugson, and tireless after their fashion. There was no shame among the Skaldi, and I could feel his eagerness when he brushed up behind me, his considerable phallus erect and straining at the front of his trews. It would be some time before he wearied of this. To my dismay, I felt the answering moisture begin between my own legs. I would have wept again, but my eyes, at least, were dry. I concentrated instead .. | Jacqueline Carey | ||
| 9916962 | My taste is for spices, and not sweets. | Jacqueline Carey | ||
| 1e1bef5 | Though he was her enemy, he treated her with unfailing courtesy. | chivalry courtesy enemy gentleman jacqueline-carey the-sundering | Jacqueline Carey | |
| 9a9132e | I will say to you what I have said to others: Blessed Elua cared naught for crowns or thrones. It is a human game, a mortal game. I imagine you will say it was not worth the cost of innocent blood spilled in the process, since it is what Phedre no Delaunay once said to me. Mayhap it is true. And yet, countless numbers of those she would deem innocent never hesitated to engage in a death-struggle for these things, these mortal tokens of powe.. | life | Jacqueline Carey | |
| ce21058 | Life goes on even at the worst of times, and there are some ways no one ever grows up, no matter how long they live or how many lifetimes | Jacqueline Carey | ||
| 087b28d | Wide grey eyes and a mop of red-gold curls, a charming sprinkle of freckles across the bridge of her nose--there is a limit, within the canons, of the number allowable for beauty. | Jacqueline Carey | ||
| c24fddf | It involved Melisande, and the razor-sharp blades they call flechettes, and a good deal of me screaming ... I have dreams about it still, and Elua help me, some of them are exquisite. | Jacqueline Carey | ||
| 92af8da | Quincel de Morhban received me in his garden, something I never would have suspected, from either the man or the place. It was an inner sanctum, like Delaunay's, like I had known in the Night Court, only vaster. It was shielded from the elements, warmed by a dozen braziers and torches, with mirrors set to gather the sun's heat when it availed, and scrims of sheerest silk that could be drawn across the open roof to protect the delicate flora.. | Jacqueline Carey | ||
| 0160e99 | On my knees, I touched the tip of my tongue to my lips, catching a drop of his seed. Pleasure-chamber. My very skin shivered, anticipating the lash. "As you wish, my lord," I whispered. It is not needful, I think, to detail what befell thereafter; it was a good meal, a very good one indeed, for de Morhban's cooks were the equal of his gardeners. We had fresh seafood, baby squids so new-caught they fairly squirmed, cooked in their own inky j.. | Jacqueline Carey | ||
| 863e0c8 | Why did Ysandre send you?" he asked softly, testing. I pushed my chair back from the table, struggling to my feet, fighting the dark blood-tide. Somewhere, I thought, listening, somewhere Joscelin is telling tales to de Morhban's House Guard. I clung to the memory of him like a talisman, his deadly dance with Selig's thanes in a driving snowstorm, remembrance cooling my blood, shaking my head. "No questions," de Morhban said quickly. "No qu.. | Jacqueline Carey | ||
| 9e65497 | You've touched a good many lives, Imriel," Sidonie observed. "A good many lives have touched mine," I said in reply." | Jacqueline Carey | ||
| fa5bb87 | And somewhere along the way, I found a little bit of healing. It wasn't enough to undo all of the damage done to me when I was a child; that, I think, cuts too deep. But enough. | Jacqueline Carey | ||
| 43c8502 | You've a way of putting matters into perspective." "You're young." Urist smiled slightly. "You'll learn the trick of it." | Jacqueline Carey | ||
| 0f4ef85 | Betimes I have heard people bewail the fact that our destinies are shrouded in mystery; I think, though, that it is a blessing of sorts. Surely if we knew what bitterness fate held in store, we would shrink back in fear and let the cup of life pass us by untasted. | Jacqueline Carey | ||
| a707c8f | Tis strange how many leavetakings one life can hold. | Jacqueline Carey | ||
| 64af5dc | So it began. It ended as it always does, with such things; he had a full pleasure-chamber and flagellary, the Duc de Morhban, and he took me there, in the cool depths of the earth beneath his castle at the outermost edge of Terre d'Ange, setting the torches ablaze until it might as well have been Kushiel's domain, wringing me limp with blood and sweat, his face distorted behind the lash, and the sound of my own voice, begging, pleading, as .. | Jacqueline Carey | ||
| a3dd0c9 | Take care of her," he bid his servants, weariness and profound satisfaction draining his voice, shrugging into silk robes, bowing in my direction. "Treat her gently." They did, I trust; I don't remember it, in truth. I saw faces approach, awe-stricken. They understand, in Kusheth, what it is to serve Kushiel. I hurt, in every part of me. And I was content. I closed my eyes, then, and let the deeper tide of unconsciousness claim me." | Jacqueline Carey | ||
| 3534f60 | It is what I do. If you wish to thank me, do a kindness for someone in need. | Jacqueline Carey | ||
| 9ca134b | I settled back to sit on my heels, liking the mild discomfort of the hard marble. It had been a long time since I had been able to make obeisance to anyone with unadulterated pleasure; I led a strange life... | Jacqueline Carey | ||
| 34aa5f5 | suspended between the carefree child of the Sanctuary I had once been and the confident adult I wished to become. | Jacqueline Carey | ||
| 97d2e58 | Because people can be foolish," Drustan said. "And fearful of heroes not their own." | Jacqueline Carey | ||
| f76b8bf | I was not surprised. I wanted to be, but I wasn't. | Jacqueline Carey | ||
| 1b42417 | Hard, his hands on my shoulders; my head rocked with the force of his fury as he shook me. Ah, Elua, it was sweet! The violence of it was spark to tinder for me. | Jacqueline Carey | ||
| b5258ed | One day I took my courage in both hands | Jacqueline Carey | ||
| 09c1ec0 | Guild takes an almighty risk when it decides to unleash the bottled lightning of a riot. Easy to start, hard to control. | Jacqueline Carey | ||
| 65b866f | How could anyone endure what we had known and still be capable of so much goodness? | Jacqueline Carey | ||
| 316ff4e | You can't separate the means from the cause, Brigitta. In theory, perhaps, but not in practice. We are dealing in realities here. | Jacqueline Carey | ||
| 3c63a1b | Victory doesn't matter to the dead, nor to the living who mourn them. | Jacqueline Carey | ||
| 5495d3a | The defeated always remember. | Jacqueline Carey | ||
| 5fb7518 | There is a madness in love. | madness | Jacqueline Carey | |
| 3c23cda | There were barbs on the words, his formal address. I endured them in silence and watched him go, leaving me alone with the remorseless pleasure of my pain. | Jacqueline Carey | ||
| a4fafa1 | How strange, how compelling a pain; to cause injury to a loved one. | Jacqueline Carey | ||
| 1d75b0f | As gloriously, splendidly, intractably single-minded as he was, loving him was like grasping a knife, a clean white blaze of pain that kept me anchored to myself. | pain | Jacqueline Carey |