That was the problem ... with trusting to the written word ... We were human, mortal and fallible. We forgot, we made errors, argued ambiguities, and twisted meanings to suit our own ends. And in doing so, mayhap we reshaped… — 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
