Ni muer ni viu ni no guaris,
Ni mal no·m sent e si l’ai gran,
Quar de s’amor no suy devis,
Ni no sai si ja n’aurai ni quan,
Qu’en lieys es tota le mercés
Que·m pot sorzer o decazer.”
“Not dying nor living nor healing,
there is no pain in my sickness,
for I am not kept from her love.
I don’t know if I will ever have it,
for all the mercy that makes me flourish or decay is in her power.
Tags: love
Her bark is worse than her bite.
Deborah HarknessI was planning on starting a new file on my computer with the title "Phrases That Sound One Way to Witches but Mean Something Else to Vampires.
Deborah HarknessTags: men-and-women
I want a simple, ordinary life . . . like humans enjoy.
Deborah HarknessTags: individuality life simplicity enjoyment
That evening, rowing on the quiet river as sunset turned to dusk, I saw an occasional smoky smudge on the towpath, always slightly ahead of me, like a dark star guiding me home.
Deborah HarknessThe king just sits there, moving one square at a time. The queen can move so freely. I suppose I’d rather lose the game than forfeit her freedom.
Deborah HarknessBe still,” he said, voice harsh. “I might not be able to control myself if you step away.
Deborah HarknessYou do angry. I just saw it. And you left at least one hole in my carpet to prove it.
Deborah HarknessJe suis à votre commande, seigneur.
Deborah HarknessWordlessly I looked back at him, astonished that a kiss on the palm could be so intimate.
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