He had never missed God or the hope of heaven, but he had dearly wanted confession to rest his mind, Communion to let him touch something beyond Father Krone's dry, shaky hand, and holy water to taste like starlight.
Peter S. BeagleBut what I thought, and what I still think, and always will, is that she saw me. Nobody else has ever seen me โ me, Jenny Gluckstein โ like that. Not my parents, not Julian, not even Meena. Love is one thing โ recognition is something else.
Peter S. BeagleI am no king, and I am no lord, And I am no soldier at-arms," said he. "I'm none but a harper, and a very poor harper, That am come hither to wed with ye." "If you were a lord, you should be my lord, And the same if you were a thief," said she. "And if you are a harper, you shall be my harper, For it makes no matter to me, to me, For it makes no matter to me." "But what if it prove that I am no harper? That I lied for your love most monstrously?" "Why, then I'll teach you to play and sing, For I dearly love a good harp," said she.
Peter S. BeagleI love whom I love," Prince Lir repeated firmly. "You have no power over anything that matters.
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