“But yes,” he said wearily. “As I could, I loved you. Now will you go? Live.” “I, too,” she said. “In a childish way, as girls love heroes that come in the night, I loved you.” — Katherine Arden Copy Share Image
“Go out into the world, traveler. See what the long nights and hard days feel like, after a week of them.” “Perhaps I will… — Katherine Arden Copy Share Image
“Sasha looked at his sister. He had never thought of her as girlish, but the last trace of softness was gone. The quick brain,… — Katherine Arden Copy Share Image
“The generals fought among themselves. Such times always bred masterless men, and everyone within the Horde’s reach suffered.” — Katherine Arden Copy Share Image
“The lamb came forth at last, draggled and spindly, black as a dead tree in the rain.” — Katherine Arden Copy Share Image
“Every time you take one path, you must live with the memory of the other: of a life left unchosen.” — Katherine Arden Copy Share Image
“Perhaps I am not so wise as you would have me, for all my years in this world. I do not know what you… — Katherine Arden Copy Share Image
“The brave live,” replied Morozko. “The cowards die in the snow. I did not know which you were.” — Katherine Arden Copy Share Image
“There was a time, not long ago When flowers grew all year When days were long And nights star-strewn And men lived free from… — Katherine Arden Copy Share Image
“Girls were happy to be married. Olga had glowed when her husband put a jewel on her finger and took her away. Maybe Vasya… — Katherine Arden Copy Share Image
“Am I a child? Always someone else must decide for me. But this I will decide for myself.” — Katherine Arden Copy Share Image
“I must be old, Pyotr thought to himself, if my son is being kind to me.” — Katherine Arden Copy Share Image
“We who live forever can know no courage, nor do we love enough to give our lives.” — Katherine Arden Copy Share Image
“The more one knows, the sooner one grows old,” Midnight returned cheerfully.” — Katherine Arden Copy Share Image
“In winter it is impossible to be still. Even sitting by the fire, one is watching the coals, stirring the soup, fighting - always… — Katherine Arden Copy Share Image
