“The fact that he might have other things to do with his time than spend it shepherding his master's head-strong, thousand-ducat-a-night anguisette… — Jacqueline Carey Psychology Copy Share Image
“A Night-Blooming Flower, a Tsingano witch-boy, and a...a Cassaline whatever. This is what Ysandre sends me. I must be mad.” — Jacqueline Carey Blooming flower Copy Share Image
“I thought about what a priest of Elua had told me about love many years ago, the first time I kept his… — Jacqueline Carey First time Copy Share Image
There are patterns which emerge in one's life, circling and returning anew, an endless variation of a theme — Jacqueline Carey Endless Copy Share Image
It is not everyday that one learns an entire militia has sworn unbeknownest to obey you — Jacqueline Carey Everyday Copy Share Image
There are those who hold that there is a pattern to all that is said and done in this world, that no… — Jacqueline Carey Believe Copy Share Image
“As ever, his grief made my heart ache. "Ambition is a dangerous thing," I murmured. "One can harbor it unknowing, only to… — Jacqueline Carey Ambition Copy Share Image
Yes my lord, but questions are dangerous, for they have answers — Jacqueline Carey Answers Copy Share Image
Battle for the sake of honor may be a fine thing for bards to sing of, but it is no way to… — Jacqueline Carey Bards Copy Share Image
I wondered if he could ever understand that it was a blessing, not a sin, to be graced with more than one… — Jacqueline Carey Blessing Copy Share Image
“You have given us a part in a story the bards will sing to our children's children.” — Jacqueline Carey Children Copy Share Image
“There are many things wealth cannot buy, and most of those are enumerated by philosophers who have never woken wondering if this… — Jacqueline Carey Money Copy Share Image
“I don't think, before that moment, that he truly grasped the nature of what I was. He knew, of course; had always… — Jacqueline Carey Nature Copy Share Image
“I seek words of such surpassing beauty that they might melt the hardest heart of stone.” — Jacqueline Carey Beauty Copy Share Image
Well, I was living it, but a shared dream half-lived is a hollow thing — Jacqueline Carey Dream Copy Share Image
To my surprise, Joscelin rose. ‘Phedre-’ He began, then halted. Sitting below him, I watched him smile to himself, quiet and private.… — Jacqueline Carey Calm Copy Share Image
It is my observations, though, that happiness limits the amount of suffering one is willing to inflict upon others — Jacqueline Carey Happiness Copy Share Image
We pay for sins we do not remember, and seek to do a will we can scarce fathom. That is what it… — Jacqueline Carey Chosen Copy Share Image
This is the secret that none dares tell who fights for a cause. Dying, we are all alike. — Jacqueline Carey Causes Copy Share Image
