To my surprise, Joscelin rose. โPhedre-โ He began, then halted. Sitting below him, I watched him smile to himself, quiet and private. โPhedre yields with a willowโs grace,โ he said softly. โAnd endures with the strength of mountains. Without her, life would be calm; and yet lack all meaning.
Jacqueline CareyLove is hard, harder than steel and thrice as cruel. It is inexorable as the tides, and life and death alike follow in its wake.
Jacqueline Carey