“Love transforms our fragile, cowardly hearts into hearts of stone, hearts of blade, hearts of hardest iron. Because love makes heroes of… — Kelly Barnhill Copy Share Image
“The heart is built of starlight And time. A pinprick of longing lost in the dark. An unbroken chord linking the Infinite… — Kelly Barnhill Copy Share Image
“Patience does not run Nor blow, nor skitter, nor falter. Patience is the swell of the ocean; Patience is the sigh of the mountain;… — Kelly Barnhill Copy Share Image
“It had been years since Xan last walked this trail. Centuries, really. She shivered. Everything looked so different. And yet . . . not.” — Kelly Barnhill Copy Share Image
“In every breeze exhales the promise of spring, Each sleeping tree dreams green dreams; the barren mountain wakes in blossom.” — Kelly Barnhill Copy Share Image
“Each mortal beast must find it's Ground- be it forrest or fen or field or fire.” — Kelly Barnhill Copy Share Image
“That’s the magic of revisions – every cut is necessary, and every cut hurts, but something new always grows.” — Kelly Barnhill Copy Share Image
“Stuff. The stuff of stars. The stuff of light. The stuff of a planet before it is a planet. The stuff of a baby… — Kelly Barnhill Copy Share Image
“So maybe the Reading Room is magic because books really are magic. I read once that books bend both space and time, and the… — Kelly Barnhill Copy Share Image
“Everything you see is in the process of making or unmaking or dying or living. Everything is in a state of change.” — Kelly Barnhill Copy Share Image
“She was eleven, after all. She was both even and odd. She was ready to be many things at once—child, grown-up, poet, engineer, botanist,… — Kelly Barnhill Copy Share Image
“From grain of sand, Births light births space births infinite time, and to grain of sand do all things return.” — Kelly Barnhill Copy Share Image
“A person's soul is bigger than his body. It takes root and lives in all who love him.” — Kelly Barnhill Copy Share Image
Stories have a tendency to seep across the shining membrane walls separating the universes. They whisper and flutter like the feathers of birds, from… — Kelly Barnhill Copy Share Image
