Still, I look down, and the grass is so green, I cannot understand how it does not wither and die with sorrow. ~Song of the Sparrow

Child, think not of those things, those dark possibilities. Your father and brothers are here with you today. Lavain will tug at your braids, Tirry will sing you songs, and your father will see his wife's beauty in you. Savor their love today. And it will never leave you.

Love is a tempestuous mistress. And none of us shall ever master her.

The birch trees loom ahead like a brotherhood of ghosts.

Still, I look down, and the grass is so green, I cannot understand how it does not wither and die with sorrow. ~Song of the Sparrow

What place does a woman have here, in the realm of men?

My sparrow, she flickers and wakes and sings and sings.