Sidonie, I know you don't remember it, but you once promised to trust me beyond all reason. And I swear to you that all that I am, all that I possess, including this gem-stone, is yours. I need you. I can't do this alone. Forget your memories. Look into your heart. And if you can find somewhere there, some lingering spark of trust that owes naught to reason, I beg you to speak the word written here.
Jacqueline CareyWhat's the point of being a grown-up if you can't indulge the kid inside you every now and then?
Jacqueline CareyWe speak of stories ending, when in truth it is we who end. The stories go on and on.
Jacqueline CareyMots clés thelesis-de-mornay
Like a falling star, he descended on the Tarbh Cró, a Cassiline berserker, his sword biting and slashing like a silver snake.
Jacqueline CareyHear, hear.' Sister Martha hoisted her water glass. 'Let the rigid stick of self-righteousness be dislodged from her very uptight ass.'
Father Ramon coughed.
'A-fucking-men,' Loup supplied helpfully.
Mots clés benediction toast dystopian convent orphanage
After you, it's all cheap tequila.
Jacqueline CareyI wondered if he could ever understand that it was a blessing, not a sin, to be graced with more than one love.
It could be complicated; of course it could be complicated. And it opened one up to the possibility of more pain and loss.
Still, it was a blessing I would never relinquish. Love, genuine love, was always a cause for joy.
Mots clés love
A little truth seasons a lie like salt.
Jacqueline CareyMots clés truth historical-fiction story
Her always is mine
Jacqueline CareyI had begun to think my ripening body would wither untasted on the vine.
Jacqueline CareyMots clés virginity youth sex abstinence eagerness horniness
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