Oh, hell." He landed beside me, soft-footed on the pine needles. "This is beginning to have all the elements of a farce, isn't it? Too many villains, and nothing to tie them up with.

Mary Stewart


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I am nothing, yes; I am air and darkness, a word, a promise. I watch in the crystal and I wait in the hollow hills. But out there in the light I have a young king and a bright sword to do my work for me, and build what will stand when my name is only a word for forgotten songs and outworn wisdom, and when your name, Morgause, is only a hissing in the dark.

Mary Stewart

Mots clés merlin arthurian arthurian-legend



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There are few men more superstitious than soldiers. They are, after all, the men who live closest to death.

Mary Stewart

Mots clés life-and-living



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Life had stopped. Life would have to go on. Life went on, and in time the unbelievable began to happen; pleasure and happiness came back, and even joy. But love? Not again. I said it very firmly. Not again.

Mary Stewart


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Take love easy, as the leaves grow on the trees.

Mary Stewart


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I suppose my mother could have been a witch if she had chosen to. But she met my father, who was a rather saintly clergyman, and he cancelled her out.

Mary Stewart


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Every time your work is read, you die several deaths for every word, and poetry is like being flayed alive.

Mary Stewart

Mots clés poetry writing



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If anyone was to perform the classic folly of taking a midnight stroll among the murderous gentlemen with whom the hotel was probably packed, it was not going to be me.

Mary Stewart


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The street lamps glowed like ripe oranges among the bare boughs. Below in the wet street their globes glimmered down and down, to drown in their own reflections.

Mary Stewart

Mots clés lyrical imagery mary-stewart nine-coaches-waiting street-lamps



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The car whispered up the slope and nosed quietly out above the trees. He was driving like a careful insult.

Mary Stewart

Mots clés insult driving mary-stewart nine-coaches-waiting



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