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228 pages, Paperback
First published August 1, 1974
"You can weave your life so long—only so long, and then a thing in the world out of your control will tug at one vital thread and leave you patternless and subdued."
“Rok, when you look at her you see a beautiful, strong-willed woman whose power is the star of fortune over Sirle. And I see a child with a festering hurt that eventually will be the death of her.”
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“… But a man afraid in the core of his mind has little room for compassion.”![]()
He was silent a moment, struggling. He said finally, “But you had a right to be angry.”
“Yes. But not to hurt those I love, or myself.”
“The giant Grof was hit in one eye by a stone, and that eye turned inward so that it looked into his mind and he died of what he saw there.”
"What, in years to come, will you have in your life but a silence that is meaningless, ancient names that are never spoken beyond these walls? Who will you laugh with, when Tam is grown? Who will you love? The Liralen? It is a dream. Beyond this mountain, there is a place for you among the living."
"You can weave your life for so long--only so long, and then a thing in the world out of your control will tug at one vital thread and leave you patternless and subdued."
"Be patient. It will soon be over."
"Soon is such a long word," she whispered.
“I need you to forgive me. And then perhaps I can begin to forgive myself. There is no one but you who can do that either.”
“It is not a bad thing, itself, but it is a bad thing to be used by men, to have them choose what you must be, and what you must not be, to have little choice in your life.”
“The giant Grof was hit in one eye by a stone, and that eye turned inward so that it looked into his mind and he died of what he saw there.”
"I do not want to choose which one of you I must love or hate. Here, I am free to do neither. I want no part of your bitterness."
"You can weave your life so long— only so long, and then a thing in the world out of your control will tug at one vital thread and leave you patternless and subdued.”
"I heard you. Sometimes, in silence, at night, I hear the voices of things beyond eyesight, like echoes of ancient songs. I heard your voice, lonely in my dreams—it woke me, so I came. You see, I know how it is when you speak a name into an empty room with no one on earth to answer to it."“
"What do you think love is—a thing to startle from the heart like a bird at every shout or blow? You can fly from me, high as you choose into your darkness, but you will see me always beneath you, no matter how far away, with my face turned to you. My heart is in your heart. “