So what is this feadnach? Is it another curse that makes me beholden to slaves and shrews?' 'No, my lord. It is your heart. Difficult as it may be to comprehend, there is a possibility you may have one. — Carol Berg Copy Share Image
“From the instant of our first meeting I judged him so, though it could be said that I was prejudiced. When one is standing… — Carol Berg Copy Share Image
“On my seventh birthday, my father swore, for the first of many times, that I would die facedown in a cesspool. On that same… — Carol Berg Copy Share Image
So what is this feadnach? Is it another curse that makes me beholden to slaves and shrews?' 'No, my lord. It is your heart.… — Carol Berg Copy Share Image
Books don't prattle. Books don't make demands. Yet they give you everything they possess. It's a very satisfying partnership. — Carol Berg Copy Share Image
“The world goes on, little Seri," he said. "A soldier never dies. His blood makes the grass green for his children.” — Carol Berg Copy Share Image
“We begin our naming. The names drop into greens that tighten. Greens that deepen. The wind has begun its relentless thinking. Now the red… — Carol Berg Copy Share Image
“Of all the things I had learned in my life, nothing was so simple as fanatics imagined.” — Carol Berg Copy Share Image
“Her soul was a fifth season, of richer hue than autumn, bursting with more life than spring, hidden away, ready to transform the world… — Carol Berg Copy Share Image
A soldier never dies. His blood makes the grass green for his children. — Carol Berg Copy Share Image
