“The fear which troubles the life of man from its deepest depths, suffuses all with the blackness of death, and leaves no delight clean and pure.” — 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 that they were friends, and would always be. A lot of water under this bridge too, Mark thought, with something like awe. He was growing older. Old enough to feel the current of what had been… — 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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“The sun was setting on Coruscant. Shadows ran like black water, filling up the the alleys first, then climbing steadily higher, a tide of darkness rising to drown the capital. Twilight’s gloom spread over retail districts and medcenters, and crept like a dark stain up the walls of the Chancellor’s residence as the sun slipped below the horizon. Soon only… — Sean Stewart Copy Share
“My name is Antoinette Beauchamp, pronounced BEECH-um, and I am my mother's daughter” — Sean Stewart Copy Share Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“xxx each of us carries his or her own solitude. We are invisible and we cannot be touched.” — Sean Stewart Copy Share Image
“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 Image
