Quotes from Juliet Marillier

Another man might have taken vengeance in blood and fire, or made an end of himself. Regan is stronger than that. There's a light shining in him, moving him forward: the light of freedom. That's what draws all of us to follow, to take risks, to keep on figting when we see our comrades fall beside us. But there's no light without shadow.

In the old tales, when people undertake quests, they find themselves fighting dragons or serpents or giant dogs. Or maybe a dark warrior of some kind, folk who are enemies from the start. But it's far more frightening when someone seems friendly and good, and turns out to be different altogether. The odd and uncanny are not terrifying in themselves. The most disturbing thing is the ordinary turned strange. Things familiar and safe becoming not right.

It is a strange attitude, to view a woman merely as an object to be taken; to be so overwhelmed by the body's cravings that a man must satisfy them even at such a cost.

Mistress Blackthorn? Fool. Who else would it be?

He had always understood me better, without words. So I laid my hand on my heart, held it there for a moment, and then moved it over and touched my palm against his breast.

At some point, we'll both have to risk telling the truth.

To return to that realm of shadows for your sweetheart's sake, Clodagh, is a breathtaking act of selfless love. I think you are the only talisman he needs.

He used to say, God is everywhere. In the work of your hands; in the beating of a bird's wings; in the roots of an oak and in the stones of the riverbed. In the rising of the sun. In the heart of a man. In the wonders we know, and those that are beyond our knowing.

A story could lead you into a different world for a while. It might be a world where a foolish youngest son could turn into a brave and clever hero, or a beaten young woman could end up as a wise leader of folk. And when the story was ended and that world was gone, you still had the idea of it inside you. Like a flame that didn't go out even when the bad things rattled and swirled and screamed, and worse, oh, much worse, when they whispered and goaded and tormented.

strung a small white stone with a hole in it. 'This is more precious

Porquê Sorcha? - disse ele. -Porquê ela para tanto sofrimento? Ela está inocente de qualquer maldade, incapaz de um pensamento mau. Porque há-de ela fazer este sacrifício por nós? - Porque é a mais forte - disse Conor simplesmente. - Porque dobra com o vento, mas não quebra. Sorcha é o fio que nos liga a todos. Sem ela somos como folhas ao vento, sopradas de um lado para o outro.

You speak like a jealous lover. -Fola to Broichan

Too much power made people arrogant and unfeeling. It turned them cruel. It blinded them to right and wrong.

I learned that in the end, only I was responsible for my actions.

There is no good or evil, save in the way you see the world. There is no dark or light, save in your own vision. All changes in the blink of an eyelid; yet all remains the same.

It is no wonder women have a reputation for patience which is not shared by men. We spend so much of our time waiting. Waiting for a child to be born. Waiting for a man to come home, from the fields, from the sea, from battle. Waiting endlessly for news. That can be the worst, as fear bites deep at the vitals, and seizes the heart with chill fingers. The mind can make strange and horrible pictures, while you are waiting.

The person they'd locked up last summer was gone, and she wasn't coming back.

Can a split quill write fair script? Can a blunt axe cut wood for the fire? Can a cripple please a lady?

a small, spare, gray-haired man whose face had the calm acceptance of one whose spirit has remained whole through a lifetime of trials.

There's a difference between being afraid and letting people see that you are

and the sad demise of my father before I saw the light of day. Ulf was

Not all of us manage to find that spark. Not all of us keep it alive.

Power and wealth too often made folk lose their good judgement. It made them cruel and unthinking.

Hard to choose. Wait, and let the bad things go on. Act, and maybe waste your chance anyway, because the timing's wrong. The best plan in the world can fall apart.