Yasmine Galenorn Quotes

Prince Charming can go suck rocks. I've met my true love and he's a contractor

And before you ask, I don't ask what equipment my lovers have, merely if they want to play.

Words can be powerful allies. Or enemies

First, I had no idea you were married. Somehow, I don't think Trillian knows, either."
"I married Smoky and Morio to forge a soul bond so I could use their powers to search for Trillian, since we thought he was captured and in danger." She stopped, blanching. "You mean I got married for no reason?"
Smoky cleared his throat. "I think we've just been insulted," he said.
Morio sniggered. "Sounds like it.

It's funny how, no matter what we have in life, we're never satisfied.

In every battle, there is a death. The loser may laugh it off if the war is short and sweet and without cost. Or the loser may bleed out, if the war is to the death.

Vengeance mixed with stupidity did not for sanity or safety make.

Hate can only exist where people refuse to speak out against it.

Sometimes, the only way to exorcise old ghosts is to pack your bags and move in with them.

Cathy Clamp is a visionary author, creating new worlds that are both strong and vividly drawn. Adventure and excitement at its best.

Give me a fight with a simple demon or devil any day, over the whims of a pissed off Fae Queen.

Cycles come and go: everybody has their off times.

nobody ever said smart people had to be sane, and nobody ever said that intelligence has to be paired with wisdom.

Sometimes, the monsters are terribly beautiful, and the heroes loathsome.

Some hurts can never be mended" he said. "No matter how much time passes. They tattoo themselves on our souls

We are beasts, you know, beasts risen from the savannas and jungles and forests. We have come down from the trees and up out of the water, but you can never, ever fully remove the feral nature from our psyches.

And she arose from her deathbed in a gossamer gown, with eyes the color of starlight and hair as black as the night. And those who were her captors trembled, for the scent of death and madness emanated from her soul, and yet she was not dead. She moved like the spiders that creep in the treetops, and none could look away.
Taking her first captor in hand, she fed deep and ravenous. And so it was that Myst, Queen of the Indigo Court, was born from the blood of the dead.

Reeds are strong, you know, Ulean whispered to me. They bend during storms, rather than break.
I blinked. Yes, but reeds won't hold up a house.
They make a good raft, so don't write them off so fast.

Surrender your expectations. Surrender your doubts.
Surrender your fears. Surrender your strengths.
Surrender your anger. Surrender your control.

You are too bright, my Camille, too beautiful for so much darkness. And yet, you would walk under the dark of the moon

What was life has crumbled. What was form, now falls away. Mortal chains unbind and the soul s free. May you find your way to the ancestors. May you find your path to the gods. May your bravery and courage be remembers in song and story, May your parents be proud, and ma our children carry your birthright. Sleep, and wander no more.

Weave the circle, tightly sewn,
Let nothing evil or unknown
Enter within. Stay without
On pain of death, we cast you out.

I realized that no matter how safe a person or place felt, in our world, safety was merely an illusion.

They each have their own journeys. It's hard to accept, but people leave us along the way. People don't always stay with us until the end of the story.