The greatest tales, well told, awaken the fears and longings of the listeners. Each man hears a different story. Each is touched… — Juliet Marillier Copy Share Image
A wonder tale can be truer than true," I said. I had learned (...) that the deepest kind of truth can be… — Juliet Marillier Copy Share Image
“Tales within tales. Dreams within dreams. Pattern on pattern and path beyond path. For such short-lived folks, the human kind seem determined… — Juliet Marillier Copy Share Image
Only - only that, if you believe the tales, it's in the nature of our people to go to war and to… — Juliet Marillier Copy Share Image
“For the others, it was still just a tale, like all the tales we told, night by night, tales comical and strange,… — Juliet Marillier Copy Share Image
“You bound him to you with your courage and your tales. You hold him to you now. You captured a wild creature… — Juliet Marillier Copy Share Image
“What came next is very hard to tell. Indeed, I have told it but once before, when I needed to, and I will tell… — Juliet Marillier Copy Share Image
The greatest tales, well told, awaken the fears and longings of the listeners. Each man hears a different story. Each is touched by it… — Juliet Marillier Copy Share Image
After a while, footsteps sounded on the flagstones outside and there was a gentle tap at the door. Of course, one of them would… — Juliet Marillier Copy Share Image
Eat of my deep earth, drink of my living streams, for I am your Mother. Your heart is my wild drum, your breath my… — Juliet Marillier Copy Share Image
I wish- I wish I could dry these tears, I wish I could make this better for you. But I don't know how. — Juliet Marillier Copy Share Image
“I learned that in the end, only I was responsible for my actions.” — Juliet Marillier Copy Share Image
“That's lovely singing, Saraid," Eile said. "Is Sorry asleep now?" Saraid shook her head solemnly. "Sorry's sad. Crying." She held the doll against her shoulder, patting its back. "Oh. Why is she sad?" "Sorry wants Feeler come back." It was like a punch in the gut. She had thought Saraid had forgotten him; she had assumed new friends and a… — Juliet Marillier Copy Share
“I cannot expiate my sin, yet I am compelled to try. My mind will not let me rest. There must be something I could… — Juliet Marillier Copy Share Image
“Don't you long for something different to happen, something so exciting and new it carries you along with it like a great tide, something that lets your life blaze and burn so the whole world can see it? Something that touches you with joy or with terror, that lifts you out of your safe, little path and onto a great,… — Juliet Marillier Copy Share
“ So you do believe in... true love? she whispered. I took a deep breath, I think I have to, I said, blinking back… — Juliet Marillier Copy Share Image
