It is not easy, she thinks, to make your way in the world while insisting on a new path.
World
It was different, though, knowing something in your thoughts and then hearing it confirmed, made real, planted in the world like a tree
Thoughts, World, Trees
Eanna love us, Adaon preserve us, Morian guard our souls.
Religion, Fantasy
No man ever truly possesses a woman, anyhow," said Gidas moodily. "He has her body for a time if he's lucky, but only the most fleeting glimpse into her soul." Gidas was a poet, or wanted to be.
Woman
This was not a beauty that warmed one. It cut, like a weapon. There was no nuance of gentleness in her, no shading of care, but fair she was, as is the flight of an arrow before it kills.
Beauty
Bright star of Eanna, forgive me the manner of this, but you are the harbor of my soul’s journeying.
Love, Fantasy
He had a sense - honed by experience - that what he’d contrived might achieve something of the effect he wanted. That, Martinius had always said, was the best any man in this fallible world could expect. [p. 67]
Art, Achievement
You have no idea how dearly I wish you were of my blood. My daughter, granddaughter. Will you allow me to take pride in what you are?"- Sandre to Catriana
Family
Ambitions and dreams put you at a drinking table with unexpected companions. Cups were filled and refilled, making you drunk with the illusion of changing the world.
Dreams, Drunk, Illusion
If this is truly the time that will decide, we have no business refusing people who feel the way we do. No right to decide that they must huddle in their homes waiting to see if they are still slaves or not when the summer ends.
Fighting, Freedom, Rebellion
Reading is a collaboration between the writer and reader. Both parties must keep that in mind when dealing with a work of fiction.”{Guy Gavriel Kay}
Reading, Writing, Fiction