Faolan launched himself across the bridge, uttering a prayer to any deity that might be prepared to listen. "Let me reach her in time, let her keep hold, let this wretched apology for a bridge not crumble under my feet...
Juliet MarillierThat's lovely singing, Saraid," Eile said. "Is Sorry asleep now?"
Saraid shook her head solemnly. "Sorry's sad. Crying." She held the doll against her shoulder, patting its back.
"Oh. Why is she sad?"
"Sorry wants Feeler come back." It was like a punch in the gut. She had thought Saraid had forgotten him; she had assumed new friends and a safe haven would drive the memories of that long journey across country, just the three of them, from her daughter's mind. Foolish. The images of that time were still bright and fresh in her own head; she dreamed of them every night. Why should Saraid be any different just because she was small?
Another man might have taken vengeance in blood and fire, or made an end of himself. Regan is stronger than that. There's a light shining in him, moving him forward: the light of freedom. That's what draws all of us to follow, to take risks, to keep on figting when we see our comrades fall beside us. But there's no light without shadow.
Juliet MarillierMots clés inspirational strength
But some things did not change...
Courage, for instance. Dedication to a cause. Comradeship. When they were strong and pure, when they came from deep in the bone, those qualities could hold fast against all odds.
Mots clés inspirational courage dedication comeradeship
There's a light shining in him, moving him forward: the light of freedom. That's what draws all of us to follow, to take risks, to keep on fighting when we see our comrades fall beside us. But there's no light without shadow.
Juliet MarillierMots clés inspirational freedom war hope warrior
I like your anger,' the Hag said mildly. 'I like your resistance. It makes you less than courteous, but altogether more interesting.
Juliet MarillierMots clés anger resistance
Goodbye Curly. I'll see you next summer. Keep out of trouble, now, until I come back.
Juliet MarillierMots clés romance fantasy juliet-marillier
What I do . . . the path I tread . . . it brings some choices that test me hard.
Juliet MarillierMots clés choice danger chance path
The future was in our own hands. If we wanted a world where such things were possible, it was for us to make it.
Juliet MarillierMots clés future choice world change action
I learned that in the end, only I was responsible for my actions.
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