“From the instant of our first meeting I judged him so, though it could be said that I was prejudiced. When one is standing… — Carol Berg Copy Share Image
“On my seventh birthday, my father swore, for the first of many times, that I would die facedown in a cesspool. On that same occasion, my mother, with all the accompanying mystery and elevated language appropriate for a prominent diviner, turned her cards, screamed delicately, and proclaimed that my doom was written in water and blood and ice. As for… — Carol Berg Copy Share
So what is this feadnach? Is it another curse that makes me beholden to slaves and shrews?' 'No, my lord. It is your heart.… — Carol Berg Copy Share Image
Books don't prattle. Books don't make demands. Yet they give you everything they possess. It's a very satisfying partnership. — Carol Berg Copy Share Image
“The world goes on, little Seri," he said. "A soldier never dies. His blood makes the grass green for his children.” — Carol Berg Copy Share Image
“We begin our naming. The names drop into greens that tighten. Greens that deepen. The wind has begun its relentless thinking. Now the red… — Carol Berg Copy Share Image
“Of all the things I had learned in my life, nothing was so simple as fanatics imagined.” — Carol Berg Copy Share Image
“Her soul was a fifth season, of richer hue than autumn, bursting with more life than spring, hidden away, ready to transform the world… — Carol Berg Copy Share Image
A soldier never dies. His blood makes the grass green for his children. — Carol Berg Copy Share Image
