“Memories haunted the Ghostwood, brittle as the twigs that splintered like tiny bones under Mark's boots. Sifting through drooping cedar boughs, the old wind muttered of things that waited in darkness without hope. To every question the Ghostwood had but… — Sean Stewart Copy Share Image
“For long after guilty memories fade, the urge for penance lingers: strong and blind as the will to drink rain and grope for sunlight.” — Sean Stewart Copy Share Image
“They stood in the courtyard of Swangard Palace, too cold to be comfortable despite the sun, and they looked fully on one another, knowing… — Sean Stewart Copy Share Image
“Sisters are like that; you can't spend too much time with them without fighting about something.” — Sean Stewart Copy Share Image
“Memories haunted the Ghostwood, brittle as the twigs that splintered like tiny bones under Mark's boots. Sifting through drooping cedar boughs, the old wind… — Sean Stewart Copy Share Image
“Look for Joy: that's God's echo, and his footprint. Happiness . . . happiness and wittiness and cleverness do not count for much when… — Sean Stewart Copy Share Image
“The sun was setting on Coruscant. Shadows ran like black water, filling up the the alleys first, then climbing steadily higher, a tide of… — Sean Stewart Copy Share Image
“My name is Antoinette Beauchamp, pronounced BEECH-um, and I am my mother's daughter” — Sean Stewart Copy Share Image
To tell only the happy stories: that isn't life. It isn't true, and you deserve better. You deserve to know — Sean Stewart Copy Share Image
“The fear which troubles the life of man from its deepest depths, suffuses all with the blackness of death, and leaves no delight clean… — Sean Stewart Copy Share Image
“Grief lingers, and the ache of loss; those things don't change. But seeping into every leaf, a little guilty burns away each autumn, and… — Sean Stewart Copy Share Image
“Mothers don't cry at weddings because they're sentimental-- xxx Mothers cry because they know how hard it's going to be.” — Sean Stewart Copy Share Image
“xxx each of us carries his or her own solitude. We are invisible and we cannot be touched.” — Sean Stewart Copy Share Image
“The world is a giant eye, staring back at the stars. When it tires, it closes its lids--just as I am doing now--and gives… — Sean Stewart Copy Share Image
