“One fine moonlit night, Mortain and his Wild Hunt were riding through the countryside when they spied two maids more beautiful than any they had ever seen before. They were picking evening primrose, which only blooms in the moonlight. “The… — Robin LaFevers Copy Share
“Is that what they teach you at the convent? That the gods demand the hearts from our bodies?” — Robin LaFevers Copy Share Image
“But most of all, faith is love. Hate cannot be fought with hate. Evil cannot be conquered by darkness. Only love has the power… — Robin LaFevers Copy Share Image
“I want you to be with me for the right reasons. Not because you feel you must or because you fear we will die,… — Robin LaFevers Copy Share Image
“Everyone thinks that my goodness comes easily to me, that it hardly counts because I do not struggle with it, but I do .” — Robin LaFevers Copy Share Image
“I am sorry. I did not see you. Normally you are lurking in the corners or skulking in the shadows, not standing in plain… — Robin LaFevers Copy Share Image
“Are you saying I should pretend to be weak so they can feel strong? Is that not telling a lie?” — Robin LaFevers Copy Share Image
“-An altogether frivolous and silly name.- -The child chose it herself. Perhaps an attempt to grasp the very things that others feared her for and remake them as something lovely and mysterious.-” — Robin LaFevers Copy Share
“My guess would be that the girl was worried about her sister’s heart.” “Her heart?” “Yes. For the young ruler had no one to love, save for the little sister, and the sister wished for the young ruler to have someone to love in case . . . in case anything ever happened to her.” I stare into Isabeau’s eyes and see… — Robin LaFevers Copy Share
“...but thanks to the events of recent weeks, I have far more experience as well. Experience in the falseness of the human heart and… — Robin LaFevers Copy Share Image
“What do you know of gods and saints?” I ask, filling my voice with scorn. His fingers drift to the silver oak leaf of Saint Camulos on his cloak. “I know that what our saints want is not always made clear to us. Sometimes, it is their wish for us to flail and struggle and come to our own choices,… — Robin LaFevers Copy Share
“Besides, he is one of the few things that has ever loved me and survived.” — Robin LaFevers Copy Share Image
“I was wondering, since I have kissed you three times now, if you might turn into a handsome prince.” At the sight of his… — Robin LaFevers Copy Share Image
