“The Skinned Man had nothing anymore.No life, no love, no hope, no regret--just a body. Dismantled man.” — Sean Stewart Copy Share Image
“They stood in the courtyard of Swangard Palace, too cold to be comfortable despite the sun, and they looked fully on one another, knowing… — Sean Stewart Copy Share
“Sisters are like that; you can't spend too much time with them without fighting about something.” — Sean Stewart Copy Share
“Memories haunted the Ghostwood, brittle as the twigs that splintered like tiny bones under Mark's boots. Sifting through drooping cedar boughs, the old wind… — Sean Stewart Copy Share
“Look for Joy: that's God's echo, and his footprint. Happiness . . . happiness and wittiness and cleverness do not count for much when… — Sean Stewart Copy Share
“The sun was setting on Coruscant. Shadows ran like black water, filling up the the alleys first, then climbing steadily higher, a tide of… — Sean Stewart Copy Share
“My name is Antoinette Beauchamp, pronounced BEECH-um, and I am my mother's daughter” — Sean Stewart Copy Share
To tell only the happy stories: that isn't life. It isn't true, and you deserve better. You deserve to know — Sean Stewart Copy Share
“The fear which troubles the life of man from its deepest depths, suffuses all with the blackness of death, and leaves no delight clean… — Sean Stewart Copy Share
“Grief lingers, and the ache of loss; those things don't change. But seeping into every leaf, a little guilty burns away each autumn, and… — Sean Stewart Copy Share
“Mothers don't cry at weddings because they're sentimental-- xxx Mothers cry because they know how hard it's going to be.” — Sean Stewart Copy Share
“xxx each of us carries his or her own solitude. We are invisible and we cannot be touched.” — Sean Stewart Copy Share
“The world is a giant eye, staring back at the stars. When it tires, it closes its lids--just as I am doing now--and gives… — Sean Stewart Copy Share
“The Skinned Man had nothing anymore.No life, no love, no hope, no regret--just a body. Dismantled man.” — Sean Stewart Copy Share
“For long after guilty memories fade, the urge for penance lingers: strong and blind as the will to drink rain and grope for sunlight.” — Sean Stewart Copy Share
