The man who knelt before her would have sprung from her needles, even down the ghostly flecks of silver in his hair. She had not known before that sh….

You should always listen to minotaurs. Anybody with four stomachs has to have a firm grip on reality..

Maidens stand still, they are lovely statues and all admire them. Witches do not stand still. I was neither, but better that I err on the side of wit….

Squeeze your eyes closed, as tight as you can, and think of all your favorite autumns, crisp and perfect, all bound up together like a stack of cards….

Funny how "question" contains the word "quest" inside it, as though any small question asked is a journey through briars..

You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast..

You will always go into that tent. You will see her scar and wonder where she got it. You will always be amazed at how one woman can have so much bla….

Oh, I will be cruel to you, Marya Morevna. It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be. But you understand, don’t you? You are clever enough. I am a….

Snow is the beginning and the end of everything..

Who are you?" "I am Death," said the creature. "I thought that was obvious." "But you're so small!" "Only because you are small. You are young and fa….

You look like a winter night", he had told her when he had given it to her. "I could sleep inside the cold of you"..

It is true that novelists are shameless and obey no decent law, and they are not to be trusted on any account, but some Mysteries even they must hono….

I perceive that you have a cruel heart, my child. It lies within your breast like a smoldering blade, hissing steam at me..

Husbands lie, Masha. I should know; I've eaten my share. That's lesson one. Lesson number two: among the topics about which a husband is most likely ….

Her father’s shadow looked sadly down at her. “You can never forget what you do in a war, September my love. No one can. You won’t forget your war ei….

Metamorphosis is the most profound of all acts..

I will not let her speak because I love her, and when you love someone, you do not make them tell war stories. A war story is a black space. On the o….

To touch a person...to sleep with a person...is to become a pioneer," she whispered then, "a frontiersman at the edge of their private world, the str….

After love, no one is what they were before..

But lost children always find each other, in the dark, in the cold. It is as though they are magnetized, and can only attract their like..

That's how you get deathless, volchitsa. Walk the same tale over and over, until you wear a groove in the world, until even if you vanished, the tale….