In sixteen years since then, she had changed beyond recognition, and he had not changed by a moment, being the same dispassionate, thin-haired wraith who had picked her up with his bony hands and tucked her into a book bag to add to the acquisitions of the royal library.

— Patricia A. McKillip

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I need you to forgive me. And then perhaps I can begin to forgive myself. There is no one but you who can do that either.

— Patricia A. McKillip

Do you want a half-truth or truth?” “Truth.” “Then you will have to trust me.” His voice was suddenly softer than the fire sounds, melting into the silence within the stones. “Beyond logic, beyond reason, beyond hope. Trust me.” Morgon.

— Patricia A. McKillip

It was no warning, no judgment, simply her name, and she could have wept at the recognition of it.

— Patricia A. McKillip

I did not know, until then, that you could disappear into someone’s gaze, that bone and heart and breath could melt like shadow into light, until only light was left.

— Patricia A. McKillip

In sixteen years since then, she had changed beyond recognition, and he had not changed by a moment, being the same dispassionate, thin-haired wraith who had picked her up with his bony hands and tucked her into a book bag to add to the acquisitions of the royal library.

— Patricia A. McKillip

Oh, yes.” He felt the pearls brush down his face again. Dory turned: he met her eyes and let her see the new pearls forming. “Anything that beautiful is terrible. Because it’s outside of you. It’s not you. You’ll do anything to make it part of you. You’d eat it, drown in it, kill it, let it kill you. Anything to stop it from not being you.

— Patricia A. McKillip

You – cannot ever be certain of those you love – that they will not hurt you, even loving you. But to make me certain to love you, will be to take away any love I might give you freely.

— Patricia A. McKillip

What a dull place the world would be if all the mysteries in it were solved.

— Patricia A. McKillip

Her eyes filled with light, like sea-polished amber, and his throat constricted suddenly, too full of words.

— Patricia A. McKillip

Morgon, I told you what I am; you could see what dark power I was waking in me – you knew its origins. You knew I am kin to those shape-changers who tried to kill you, you thought I was helping the man who had betrayed you – why in Hel’s name did you trust me?” His hands, circling the gold crown on the skull, closed on the worn metal with sudden strength. “I don’t know. Because I chose to. Then, and forever.

— Patricia A. McKillip

Experience teaches us restrictions,” the mage reminded him. “They are not dreamed up in some peaceful tower on a mountaintop.

— Patricia A. McKillip

She spread her hands. That morning they had been soft as feathers, jeweled, polished, and perfumed. Now they were crisscrossed with blood and dirt, wearing only bruises for jewels.

— Patricia A. McKillip

He went into a dark tower of truth for you. Do you have the courage to give him your own name?

— Patricia A. McKillip

He had made tiny pipes of feathers he had found along the streets; birds answered him here as they had in the hinterlands. A night-bird, singing back to his playing, showed him the loose bar in the iron fence, the furrowed earth along which the bar swung sideways, that told him, as the bird did, that others came here secretly. Around him, the sleeping city dreamed, tossed fretfully, muttered, dreamed again.

— Patricia A. McKillip

Oh... if you were older... It is not a bad thing, itself, but it is a bad thing to be used by men, to have them choose what you must be, and what you must not be, to have little choice in your life. If you were older, you could choose your own way.

— Patricia A. McKillip

As she moved swiftly and noiselessly through the vast palace cellar, odd noises weltered toward her. Voices and echoes of water rippled through the air as if, in some magic chamber, whales and dolphins cavorted among young maidens in great tanks of water. When she reached it, all the fish turned into laundry, stirred and beaten in steaming cauldrons by glum, limp-haired women as wet as mackerels.

— Patricia A. McKillip

Sybel, you went from me like a dream, so silently, so irrevocably – I could not bear it, I could not bear it –.

— Patricia A. McKillip

Kir stood close to his father, watching. He seemed, Peri realized, finally becalmed; already he looked more like his mother, as if he were relinquishing his human experience. He found her looking at him wistfully; he gave her a sea-smile. She swallowed a briny taste of sadness in her throat. Already he was leaving her.

— Patricia A. McKillip

Is she crazy?” “No,” he said simply. “But sometimes her sanity is terrifying.

— Patricia A. McKillip

Soon is such a long word.

— Patricia A. McKillip
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