Cardan comes over, stepping on my star chart, kicking over…
““Cardan comes over, stepping on my star chart, kicking over the ink-pot with his silver-tipped boots, sending the blood spilling across the paper, blotting out my marks. 'Come with me,' he says imperiously. 'I knew you liked her,' says Locke. 'That's why I had to have her first. Do you remember the party in my maze garden? How I kissed her while you watched.' 'I recall that your hands were on her, but her eyes were on me,' Cardan returns. 'That's not true!' I insist, but I remember Cardan on a blanket with a daffodil-haired faerie girl. She pressed her lips to the edge of his boot, and another girl kissed his throat. His gaze had turned to me when one of them began kissing his mouth. His eyes were coal-bright, wet as tar. The memory comes with the slide of Locke's palm over my back, heat in my cheeks, and the feeling my skin was too tight, that everything was too much.””
About This Quote
This interpretation was drafted with AI assistance. It is one reading of the quote, not the author's own explanation.
A tangled memory of love, jealousy, and magical encounters reveals how desire can blur truth and perception.
In simple terms: Desires and magical memories blur truth.
Question your memories and motives.
Themes
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When to use this quote
- relationships
- creative writing
- role‑playing games
- fan discussions
- psychology of memory
Key Concepts
Questions to Reflect On
- What does the narrator truly remember?
- How do magical elements affect emotional truth?
The narrative’s poetic style may obscure factual clarity, making interpretation subjective.