Quotes from Janet Lee Carey

Even if he was a thief, he was my thief. I could not push him away anymore.

In the enchanted woodland wild, The Prince shall wed a Fairy child. Dragon, Human, and Fairy, Their union will be bound by three. And when these lovers intertwine, Three races in one child combine. Dragon, Fey, and Humankind, Bound in one bloodline.

Even from behind, I knew the seated man was Garth. I'd seen him in chair, saddle, and by a campfire. I'd known him running with his hounds, grooming his horses, leaning back to look at the stars from the branches of a pine tree, hunched with concentration whittling a doll, carrying Alice through a storm, and even sparring with a dragon. A woman will know a man from all sides after that.

Perhaps we are all too small-minded to glimpse creation, even out little corner of it.

We who work in fantasy today take the threads from all the story tellers of the past. From the ancient, many colored threads we work to weave a new cloth. If the landscape, the characters, and the creatures here call up the old tales told the beside the fire, when stories went from mouth to ear instead of page to eye then I have woven well and the dreamer continues to dream.

There was something of the wildwood in the man who came and went illusive as moonlight moving through the branches.

Inside,I closed the door quietly. Tom slept on his back in the straw with arms out wide like Christ crucified. I thanked Saint Barbara for guiding me safely thus far. "Tom?" A stirring in the straw, a head looking up, a disgusted gasp. "Unclean! Do they send a leper to infect me now?" I ran to him,whispering. "Hush.It's me, Tess.

Do not wander in the deeps, Where the Shriker's shadow creeps. When he rises from beneath, Beware the Sharpness of his teeth.

We crept round the corner for the stairs. "You will see Poppy entertaining the guard above." Entertaining? I thought, disgusted, but went on.

My heart was already cracked, but this one word, gone, was the stone that broke it.

If a girl were asked which part of a plant she would be, would any choose the root? Blindly clutching the dark earth, never seeing sun nor feeling wind? Toiling there to feed the stem and flower with never a thank-you from them? And who would choose to be the thorn? Thorns protect the plant from pluckers, but who gives honor to them? Nay, any girl would choose to be the bud, opening to the sun, fragrant and beautiful, tickled by bees and butterflies, and looked upon with love.

The more you know, the better armed you'll be for what's to come.

I name you Shriker. Shape-Shifter. Mighty Hunter. Your master has betrayed you. And through his betrayal man's best friend becomes his worst enemy.

The real dragon haunted my head and heart.

Tell me where you're taking me." "I take you nowhere, Princess," he called back. "It's you who follows me.

Why do you weep?" "The pain," I said, and it was true, but it was not of my wounds I spoke.

Perhaps we are all too small-minded to glimpse creation, even our little corner of it.