Whip us 'till we're on the floor, we'll turn around and ask for more, we're Phรจdre's Boys! We like to hurt, we like to bleed, daily floggings do we need, we're Phรจdre's Boys! Man or woman, we don't care, give us twins we'll take the pair! We're Phรจdre's Boys! ...But just because we let you beat us, doesn't mean you can defeat us, we're Phรจdre's Boys!
Jacqueline CareyThere are patterns which emerge in one's life, circling and returning anew, an endless variation of a theme
Jacqueline CareyIt's funny, because in deference to conventional wisdom, I spent my struggling writer years trying to suppress my naturally baroque literary voice and write clean, spare prose. I finally gave up and embraced my baroque tendencies when I wrote the Kushiel series.
Jacqueline CareyTo 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 Carey