Joscelin, is love supposed to make you feel like you’re sick and dying, and mad enough to hit someone and drunk with joy, and your heart’s a boulder n your chest trying to burst into a thousand pieces all at… — Jacqueline Carey Copy Share Image
It's funny, because in deference to conventional wisdom, I spent my struggling writer years trying to suppress my naturally baroque literary voice and write clean, spare prose. I finally gave up and embraced my baroque tendencies when I wrote the… — Jacqueline Carey Copy Share Image
“A pretty sight; it would have surprised me, if my capacity for surprise wasn't flattened.” — Jacqueline Carey Copy Share Image
“Never before had I used my service to escape any woes that troubled me, but I did that day.” — Jacqueline Carey Copy Share Image
“Young men," Melisande murmured after they had left, smiling faintly. "Such a sense of honor. Is he a little bit in love with you,… — Jacqueline Carey Copy Share Image
For this too I learned, that a storyteller's tale may end, but history goes on always. These events, so distant in legend, play a… — Jacqueline Carey Copy Share Image
“for the keeping of secrets from adults is oft the only power a child may hope to possess.” — Jacqueline Carey Copy Share Image
“If I have one pride in my calling, it is that I have never judged a patron wrongly - and I have never failed… — Jacqueline Carey Copy Share Image
I had begun to think my ripening body would wither untasted on the vine. — Jacqueline Carey Copy Share Image
Pain obliterates everything else. In pain, there is only the eternal present. — Jacqueline Carey Copy Share Image
I would that I could have stopped time and preserved that day forever. It was a perfect day. There was the shadow of sorrow,… — Jacqueline Carey Copy Share Image
