We speak of stories ending, when in truth it is we who end. The stories go on and on.
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 CareyTrue friendship must be akin to romance, I think. only without all the anguish and anxiety.
Jacqueline CareyI know what you are. I've always known from the beginning, Kushiel's Chosen. It is folly, to make claim on one whom the gods have marked for their own. And unlike the others, I am no fool, to grasp at that which burns to the touch. What you have given..." she raised one hand, palm upward, the garnet seal dangling at her wrist, "... I hold in an open hand.
Jacqueline Carey