Quotes from Jacqueline Carey

Let the dreamers and the seers keep watch. It is what we do.

The harp sounds at each passing breeze, but that does not mean the tune is masterfully played.

How do you want to die, Admiral? We are D'Angeline. At the hand of numbers, or dreams?

The gods use their chosen hard, but reveal little to them.

Our eyes met. We had so very many shared memories between us, Bao and I. Some were wonderous, and some were terrible. Some were both.

As ever, his grief made my heart ache. Ambition is a dangerous thing, I murmured. One can harbor it unknowing, only to find it sparked into life when the opportunity presents itself.

for the keeping of secrets from adults is oft the only power a child may hope to possess.

Alas for we who are mortal, and are denied the luxury of dramatic license. We mus live, and go onward.

I don't think, before that moment, that he truly grasped the nature of what I was. He knew, of course; had always known, and had been the one person who'd never cared for what, but only who I was. I saw him comprehend it now, and feared. It could change everything between us.

It is all we can do to try. It is enough.

There are others. There will be others. Other heroes, other heroines. Other prophecies to fulfill, other adversaries to despise. There will be stories told and forgotten, and reinvented anew until one day, perhaps, the oldest are remembered, and the beginning may end, and the ending begin.

Greet the sky and live, blossom!... Yet even as the wind stirs your petals, flowers fall. My flowers are eternal, my songs live forever. I lift them in offering; I, a singer. I cast them to the wind, I spill them. The flowers become gold, they come to dwell inside the palace of eternity.

We might embody those qualities we desire to possess by embracing them, over and over, until the line between seeming and being is no more.

We are alike, Joscelin and I, in that what we do, we do very well.

As often as not, we forge our own chains. And from those, not even Adonai Himself can free us. We must do it ourselves.

You have given us a part in a story the bards will sing to our children's children.

They are fools, who reckon Elua a soft god, fit only for the worship of starry-eyed lovers. Let the warriors clamor after gods of blood and thunder; love is hard, harder than steel and thrice as cruel. It is as inexorable as the tides, and life and death alike follow in it's wake.

It seems to me that the gods are cruel to women who eat fruit, but that is a thought I keep to myself.

The enemy of fear is not courage," Jahno translated for her. "The enemy of fear is love, for it is in loving others that we set aside our own personal fears, holding their safety and well-being as our highest regard.

It is passing strange, what a fluid thing is one's own identity.

You sang the seas calm, and you drove the Dalriada to war, whatever it took. They know that. That's why they adore you. But everyone needs to laugh in the face of death. They're following an anguissette into battle. Give them credit for seeing the absurdity of it. You've been dwelling on it long enough.

For every victory, Necthana whispered, her great dark eyes shining with a mother's tears, there is a price.

If I have one pride in my calling, it is that I have never judged a patron wrongly - and I have never failed to recognize a patron upon meeting.

The night court taught me to serve, and Delauney taught me to think; but from Melisande Shahrizai, I learned how to hate.