“I had always thought of home not as a house, or even a place, but a feeling of safety and acceptance, a warm light when the rest of the world was a dark, forbidding place. Whenever my family was around,… — Elizabeth Haydon Copy Share Image
“Ven' is the Nain word for 'and.' It was my first word, and so was added to my name at the age of three,… — Elizabeth Haydon Copy Share Image
Oi’m always noble, sir; it’s in my blood. ’As been ever since Oi ate that knight a few years back. Why? — Elizabeth Haydon Copy Share Image
“The corn is planted first, followed by beans, then squash between the rows.They are called the Three Sisters. They sustain each other, the earth,… — Elizabeth Haydon Copy Share Image
“May the stars guide you. May the winds cleanse all ills and remain at your back. May the earth protect you and give you… — Elizabeth Haydon Copy Share Image
Allo, darlin’. Oi’m so glad to see it’s love at first sight for you, too. — Elizabeth Haydon Copy Share Image
Allo, darlin. Oim so glad to see its love at first sight for you, too. — Elizabeth Haydon Copy Share Image
“Sometimes, however, there is more than hope. Sometimes there is reason.” — Elizabeth Haydon Copy Share Image
“I had always thought of home not as a house, or even a place, but a feeling of safety and acceptance, a warm light… — Elizabeth Haydon Copy Share Image
Second, and far more important: tuck your chin. You're going to get hurt, so expect it and be ready. You may as well see… — Elizabeth Haydon Copy Share Image
“So now you know that, as dark as the depths of the sea may be, as dark as the night gets without a moon,… — Elizabeth Haydon Copy Share Image
“Hello, Lucy. Do you name all your weapons, Grunthor?” “O’ course. It’s tradition.” Rhapsody nodded, understanding coming into her eyes. “That makes perfect sense.… — Elizabeth Haydon Copy Share Image
M. J. Putney's writing has always been magical; now that she has turned her hand to the telling of a fantasy tale, it sparkles… — Elizabeth Haydon Copy Share Image
We each have our belssings and our curses. In the end it makes us equals. — Elizabeth Haydon Copy Share Image
