“The history keepers will no doubt tell their own tale, and the priests another. It is the men's accounts that seem to survive a world obsessed with conquest, our actions beyond bedchamber and hearth remembered only when we leave their… — Tosca Lee Copy Share Image
“It is harder for queens, who have no luxury of meekness. History does not know how to reconcile our ambition or our power when we are strong enough to survive it. The priests have no tolerance for those of us… — Tosca Lee Copy Share Image
“Sometime before sleep it occurred to me that the true nature of being without might mean never knowing what one lacked.” — Tosca Lee Copy Share Image
“You are necessary to that end, and to me...you are all I have of the garden. You are the image of me and of… — Tosca Lee Copy Share Image
God has a story to tell about you. A major part of it is you telling yours. — Tosca Lee Copy Share Image
“I have always contended that girls are the sturdier of the genders and wondered in secret if the One that Is might not best… — Tosca Lee Copy Share Image
“Go away. Go live out your gnat's existence." "But we're not done!" Her eyes lolled back to me. "Yes, we are." "But--I don't know how it ends!" And now I remembered something else. "Or what it has to do with me - you said this story was ultimately about me. What does this have to do with me?" "What does… — Tosca Lee Copy Share
“Suffice it to say, we were horrified by the entire concept of dying, even if we weren't the ones with the death sentence.” — Tosca Lee Copy Share Image
“The history keepers will no doubt tell their own tale, and the priests another. It is the men's accounts that seem to survive a… — Tosca Lee Copy Share Image
“So as I said, the world was mutating," she said, prick, prick, pricking at the cloth, looking up at me once to make sure, I assume, I was listening. "From the earth sprung hateful and ugly things that flourished amid all that was lush and good. There would be no more accord among the animals now; they would follow a… — Tosca Lee Copy Share
“Trust me, at the time nine hundred years seemed frighteningly short - it still does. I really don't know how you cope with your… — Tosca Lee Copy Share Image
And I know that God made the heart the most fragile and resilient of all organs, that a lifetime of joy and pain might… — Tosca Lee Copy Share Image
“She shrugged. "He sat back, called it good, and rested." I waited. She waited. I raised my brows. "And?" Her mouth curved into a… — Tosca Lee Copy Share Image
