Bright star of Eanna, forgive me the manner of this, but you are the harbor of my soul’s journeying.
Guy Gavriel KayA coragem residia em lutar para tentar ultrapassar esse medo, em erguer-se para fazer o que tinha de ser feito.
Guy Gavriel KayJust now, high above the chaos of Sarantium, it seemed as if there were so many things he wanted to honour or exalt- or take to task, if it came to that, for there was no need for, no justice in, children dying of plague, or young girls being cut into pieces in the forest, or sold in grief for winter grain.
If this was the world as the god- or gods- had made it, then mortal man, this mortal man, could acknowledge that and honour the power and infinite majesty that lay within it, but he would not say that it was right, or bow down as if he were only dust or a brittle leaf blown from an autumn tree, helpless in the wind.
He might be, all men and women might be as helpless as that leaf, but he would not admit it, and he would do something here on the dome that said- or aspired to say- these things, and more.
Sometimes you didn't really arrive at a conclusion about your life, you just discovered that you already had.
Guy Gavriel KayFor some moments the two men sat quietly, each wrapped in his own thoughts, then Ivor rose. 'I should speak to Levon about tomorrow's hunt,' he said. 'Sixteen [eltors], I think.'
'At least,' the shaman said in an aggrieved tone. 'I could eat a whole one myself. We haven't feasted in a long time, Ivor.'
Ivor snorted. 'A very long time, you greedy old man. Twelve whole days...why aren't you fat?'
'Becaues,' the wisest one explained patiently, 'you never have enough food at the feasts.
We salvage what we can, what truly matters to us, even at the gates of despair.
Guy Gavriel KayOne didn't stop to talk with creatures from one's nightmares.
Guy Gavriel KayThe heart has its own laws... and the truth is... the truth is that you are the law of mine.
Guy Gavriel KayMots clés love
most hated by the dark, for their name is light.
Guy Gavriel KayMots clés fionavar-tapestry lios-alfar
Words were power, words tried to change you, to shape bridges of longing that no one could ever really cross.
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