Who knows not Circe, The daughter of the Sun , whose charmed cup Whoever tasted, lost his upright shape, And downward fell… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“I had not fooled myself with false hope. I was a goddess, and he a mortal, and both of us were imprisoned.… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“Take me home, take me home, take me home, I need to go home. Please, please, whatever magic is out there for… — Kristen Ashley Copy Share Image
“Nature is magic, Medea, and magic is nature. It is the rawest essence of our world, a power infused by the divine… — Rosie Hewlett Copy Share Image
“But Athena had no babe, and she never would. Her only love was reason. And that has never been the same as… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“Then I whispered, “I love you, my Lahn,” and heard the swift hiss of his intake of breath. Then he buried his… — Kristen Ashley Copy Share Image
“I did not pretend to be a mortal. I showed my lambent, yellow eyes at every turn. None of it made a… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“I had stood beside my father's light, I had held Aeetes in my arms, and my bed was heaped with thick-woolled blankets… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“I know who you are, daughter of the sun. All that the sea touches comes to me at last in the depths.… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“Oh dear,” Diandra muttered again as I looked down at the baby tiger in my arms. All I felt was the soft,… — Kristen Ashley Copy Share Image
“I had kept away from him for so many reasons: his mother and my son, his father and Athena. Because I was… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“He liked the way the obsidian reflected his light, the way its slick surfaces caught fire as he passed. Of course, he… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
Mistress of love or of hate, occult science can dispense paradise or hell at its pleasure to human hearts; it disposes of… — Eliphas Levi Copy Share Image
“The nymphs wafted around me. Their smothered laughter drifted down the halls. At least, I told myself, it was not their brothers,… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“Cookery means the knowledge of Medea and of Circe and of Helen and of the Queen of Sheba. It means the knowledge… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“ "I gave up a world for you." He glared at me, not giving me anything. I kept right on going. "I… — Kristen Ashley Copy Share Image
“It was work, day after day of it. Witchcraft is the same. I have laboured for centuries and still I have not… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“I would like to say that all the while I waited to break out, but the truth is, I'm afraid I might… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“I already had a feeling I was screwed, seeing I was in sacrificial virgin attire and in a corral. But now I… — Kristen Ashley Copy Share Image
“I will not be like a bird bred in a cage, I thought, too dull to fly even when the door stands… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“My eyes flew open and when they did, his dark ones, not looking detached, not blank, not impassive, but heated and turned… — Kristen Ashley Copy Share Image
“Living with him was like standing beside the sea. Each day a different colour, a different foam-capped height, but always the same… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“His eyes narrowed, and I could see the reflexive No in them. I would come to know this type of man, jealous… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“The only way to power for woman is sorcery. Medea, Calypso, now there were powerful woman! And me, of course. The greatest… — Rick Riordan Copy Share Image
“He showed me his scars, and in return he let me pretend that I had none.” — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“My father has never been able to imagine the world without himself in it” — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“You look like utter hell,” Circe told me. “I wish you’d stop sugar-coating things, Water Witch.” — Kresley Cole Copy Share Image
“…the feeling that flickered in me now was much older. There he was, his flesh laid open before me. This is something… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“He liked such sharpness, for there was nothing in him that had any blood you might spill.” — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“I was not like them. Are you not? The voice was my uncle's, resonant and deep. Then you must think, Circe. What… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“Astrid or Aphrodite, she is my Circe. only instead of turning a man into an animal, she has made the animal human… — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
“But gods are born of ichor and nectar, their excellences already bursting from their fingertips. So they find their fame by proving… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“Odysseus, son of Laertes, the great traveller, prince of wiles and tricks and a thousand ways. He showed me his scars, and… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“And his hair was free, no ponytail, no braid, the long thickness of it waved and curled down his back, over his… — Kristen Ashley Copy Share Image
“Brides, nymphs were called, but that is not really how the world saw us. We were an endless feast laid out upon… — Circe Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“Secluded in her living room, the midday sun dimmed by long, burgundy drapes—the soft velvet cloth a steal on EBay—Circe watches the… — Georgina Anne Taylor Copy Share Image
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“ In A.D. 1223 an infant was born, clutching a jewel in her tiny fist. Her peasant father ran to the castle… — Lynne Ewing Copy Share Image
