she was aware of his love - how could she not? She perceived it every time he looked at her. He was not demonstrative, but his ardour was all the more evident for the reins with which he restrained it,… — Cecilia Dart-Thornton Copy Share Image
True friendship is worth more than can be measured, a quality forever to be treasured. True friends will staunchly stand beside each other, as… — Cecilia Dart-Thornton Copy Share Image
Riding upon the back of a waterhorse - what mortal had ever stayed in such a seat for so long? On a horse made… — Cecilia Dart-Thornton Copy Share Image
The measure of happiness is merely the difference between expectations and outcomes. It is not concerned with what one possesses – it is concerned… — Cecilia Dart-Thornton Copy Share Image
“Should they be thanked or does thanks drive them away? "You honor us," she stammered. "We request your help.” — Cecilia Dart-Thornton Copy Share Image
“She had seen what it cost him and her heart quickened with compassion. For that alone, she might have loved him almost.” — Cecilia Dart-Thornton Copy Share Image
“Careful, even now, not to thank the wights, she added, "You have all been most kind.” — Cecilia Dart-Thornton Copy Share Image
We love, while knowing that someday our love might be lost forever. We laugh as we stride along, even while recognising that doom lies… — Cecilia Dart-Thornton Copy Share Image
“Down the violet wind slid syrinx melodies, wild as foxes, mad as love, strange as wakening.” — Cecilia Dart-Thornton Copy Share Image
The raven spread out its glossy wings and departed like hope. — Cecilia Dart-Thornton Copy Share Image
Speechless, castaway, and wry, a spellbound oddity am I. My feet are planted in the clay, my gaze is locked upon the sky. — Cecilia Dart-Thornton Copy Share Image
If you are the lantern, I am the flame; If you are the lake, then I am the rain; If you are the desert,… — Cecilia Dart-Thornton Copy Share Image
