Quotes About Perceval

Hubert, the great friend of Perceval, has only the steward's steward to bid him farewell," Wido said, clapping young Josson's back with undisguised delight. "The depth of Perceval's true love for Hubert is finally revealed." Josson smiled uneasily. "My lord Hector is busy with

Perceval could not be crying, because Perceval did not cry. But something shining froze on her face as she strode at the center of the group, her parasite wings flared about her like a nest of barbs. She looked severe and resolute-no one could look pale, standing next to Tristen-and Rien admired her desperately.

Footsteps approached, soft and sure. They were not Perceval's, and Rien was surprised to find she knew her sister's tread already.

When Rien brought Perceval into Dust's embrace, she was cold.

Perceval might be light as a ghost made of twigs and wire. But she was Exalt, daughter of Engineers and the House of Conn, and there was machine strength in her blood.

Fever-bright, Perceval listened. And then she folded her bony forearms one over the other and rested them on her knees, the chains a long silici-blue sweep framing her on either side, her chin pillowed on a bony wrist.

In the long run, he thought, the new, fey Perceval with so many ancient souls behind her eyes might even be a match for Cynric the Sorceress, in wisdom if not in craft.

Perceval was fevered, and her blood-still shocked by the unblade and the amputation of her wings-was not fighting as it should.

Perceval embraced her, and she smelled the blood and the antiseptic, and when she lowered her mouth over Rien's, Rien tasted the faint sourness of uncleaned teeth. One would think her colony would take care of that for her, but then, it had perhaps been busy.

Rien took her and, reminding herself that falling for strangers simply because they looked like Perceval was stupid. Although Perceval would never want her, and wouldn't holding on be stupider, still?

Rien had been the beloved of Perceval, and so Nova, too, had loved the Captain beyond the love that Angels had been built to suffer.

There was something tremendously comforting in having an adult appear and take care of things, Perceval admittd, watching the tall white man stir dinner with curious focus.

The necromancer's eyebrows were very expressive, especially when the rest of the face was pretending blandness. It was a lovely face, oval and more angelic than Perceval's own.

where Perceval, searching for the Grail, is given a vision of it one day, and then, because he is unable to ask the crucial question, the Grail disappears. Perceval spends twenty years wandering in the woods, looking for the thing that he found, that was given to him, that seemed so easy, that was not.