It is not wise to meddle with D'Angelines in matters of love.

And for a price, I will pretend absolutely nothing.

Joscelin, is love supposed to make you feel like you’re sick and dying, and mad enough to hit someone and drunk with joy, and your heart’s a boulder n your chest trying to burst into a thousand pieces all at once?” “Mm-hmm.” He finished his ale. “That would be love.

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.

Stand at the crossroads if you will, but if you'll not choose, I'll move on without you

Grief heals ... unshed tears fester like a canker in the soul.

I can see patterns in events, and behaviors; in mathematics, I follow slower