“But that was all bravado. Already - how had it come about so quickly - desire had begotten need. A few whispered words (perhaps he didn't mean them) and I was ready to follow. It was worse to think of… — Sarah Micklem Copy Share Image
“You still haven't said where you come from. Where is your home?" I said, "I am a sheath, so home is wherenever my shade, my blade is.” — Sarah Micklem Copy Share Image
“I awoke in the deepest night to find I had been divided from myself. There lay my body sleeping and dreaming, and I was… — Sarah Micklem Copy Share Image
“The world the gods made is too big for us, so we make ourselves a smaller one.” — Sarah Micklem Copy Share Image
“He pushed up his visor and came over to me. He put his shield arm around me and pulled me close. This new skin… — Sarah Micklem Copy Share Image
“Then the queenmother said, "I am done with weeping." She whistled for the grey wolves that guarded her keep, and they loped at her… — Sarah Micklem Copy Share Image
“The master and mistress of the house and the rest of the Blood -even the Crux himself- brought our food, poured the wine, did… — Sarah Micklem Copy Share Image
“I leaned toward him and whispered, "I'm drowning. Save me." But when I tried to grasp his shoulder my hand passed through him. "I'm… — Sarah Micklem Copy Share Image
“If he was wood, he was a flail, and I was grain on the threshing floor. I was a thousand grains, my thoughts blown… — Sarah Micklem Copy Share Image
“But that was all bravado. Already - how had it come about so quickly - desire had begotten need. A few whispered words (perhaps… — Sarah Micklem Copy Share Image
“But I found signs of their trespass: a burned patch planted with a fistful of grain, a tree felled or stripped of fruit, a… — Sarah Micklem Copy Share Image
“It's one thing to forbid the worship of a god, and another to command that it be forgotten. One day I found the oldest… — Sarah Micklem Copy Share Image
“You still haven't said where you come from. Where is your home?" I said, "I am a sheath, so home is wherenever my shade,… — Sarah Micklem Copy Share Image
“An edge of a sword is made as much from the steel taken away as the steel that is left” — Sarah Micklem Copy Share Image
