It'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.

Love child!" What else? You will find it and lose it, again and again. And with each finding and each loss, you will become more than before. What you make of it is yours to choose.

Let the warriors clamor after gods of blood and thunder; love is hard, harder than steel and thrice as cruel.

Those that yield are not always weak

It's the same questions we ask of our existence, and the answer is always the same. The mystery lies not in the question nor the answer, but in the asking and answering themselves, over and over again, and the end is engendered in the beginning.

I had begun to think my ripening body would wither untasted on the vine.

I wish sometimes that the gods would either choose better, or make their wishes clearer