“Be patient, as you must always be patient with new pale seeds buried in the dark ground. When you are stronger, you… — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share Image
[Imagination] must be visited constantly, or else it begins to become restless and emit strange bellows at embarrassing moments; ignoring it only… — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share Image
“Tell me the story of the locket.' 'Once upon a time, my lord, in the best and the worst of all possible… — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share Image
“That man would betray his own shadow. And for what? A child's tale.' 'Is it?' Mag looked at her. 'Is it only… — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share Image
“In sixteen years since then, she had changed beyond recognition, and he had not changed by a moment, being the same dispassionate,… — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share Image
“He could pick my heart like a rose and watch it wither in his hand. Sometimes I think he is like that.… — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share Image
“You have a very peculiar expression on your face,' he commented drowsily. 'I was just thinking.' 'About what?' 'About how we know… — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share Image
“Faey lived, for those who knew how to find her, within Ombria's past. Parts of the city's past lay within time's reach,… — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share Image
“How strange to be in a dream one moment and in the world the next, and to know the difference in the… — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share Image
“Be patient, as you must always be patient with new pale seeds buried in the dark ground. When you are stronger, you can begin… — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share Image
“I wish you were small again, so I could hold you in my arms and comfort you. But you are grown, and you know… — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share Image
“He exuded ambiguities she decided, that was his fascination. His mouth spoke; his eyes said something other: his smile belied everything.... He played with… — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share Image
[Imagination] must be visited constantly, or else it begins to become restless and emit strange bellows at embarrassing moments; ignoring it only makes it… — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share Image
I thought of you with your hair silver as snow all through that cold, slow journey from Sirle. I felt you troubled deep within… — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share Image
“When he held a candle across the threshold, the black swallowed the fire completely. When he tried to step across it, he felt nothing… — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share Image
Do you become in visible?' 'No. I'm there, if you know how to look. I stand between the place you look at and the… — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share Image
“Morgan," he whispered, "I wish you had not been someone I loved so.” — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share Image
“Tell me the story of the locket.' 'Once upon a time, my lord, in the best and the worst of all possible words, a… — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share Image
Love and anger are like land and sea: They meet at many different places. — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share Image
When you put your hands and mind and heart into the knowing of a thing ... there is no room in you for fear. — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share Image