I will not say I am sorry, but I can tell you that I grieve.
Guy Gavriel KayShe had come to accept, deeply, and with certitude, that she had been born into a world, a life, that would not let her be whole.
Guy Gavriel KayTags: dianora personal-journeys
What mortal knew the way their fate line would run?
Guy Gavriel KayShe was owner and captive, both, of a bitterly divided heart.
Guy Gavriel KayWinter was coming.
Guy Gavriel KayThunderstorms were common in Sarantium on midsummer nights, sufficiently so to make plausible the oft-repeated tale that the Emperor Apius passed to the god in the midst of a towering storm, with lightning flashing and rolls of thunder besieging the Holy City. Even Pertennius of Eubulus, writing only twenty years after, told the story this way, adding a statue of the Emperor toppling before the bronze gates to the Imperial Precinct and an oak tree split asunder just outside the landward walls. Writers of history often seek the dramatic over the truth. It is a failing of the profession.
Guy Gavriel KayTags: humor writing-history
He wanted to achieve something of surpassing beauty that would last. A creation that would mean that he--the mosaic worker Caius Crispus of Varena--had been born, and lived a life, and had come to understand a portion of the nature of the world, of what ran through and beneath the deeds of women and men in their souls and in the beauty and the pain of their short living beneath the sun.
Guy Gavriel KayTags: art
Daylight was coming outside, but it was not only that: courage cast its own light.
Guy Gavriel KayLazy poets try to elicit a reader's response with words designed to tug at the heart.
Guy Gavriel KayThere are so many stories, she thinks, and most of them end up lost.
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