Jacqueline Carey
Jacqueline Carey
Jacqueline A. Carey is an American writer, primarily of fantasy fiction...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
CountryUnited States of America
victory kushiels-dart
For every victory there is a price.
yield rose grace
To my surprise, Joscelin rose. ‘Phedre-’ He began, then halted. Sitting below him, I watched him smile to himself, quiet and private. ‘Phedre yields with a willow’s grace,’ he said softly. ‘And endures with the strength of mountains. Without her, life would be calm; and yet lack all meaning.
hands fool given
I know what you are. I've always known from the beginning, Kushiel's Chosen. It is folly, to make claim on one whom the gods have marked for their own. And unlike the others, I am no fool, to grasp at that which burns to the touch. What you have given..." she raised one hand, palm upward, the garnet seal dangling at her wrist, "... I hold in an open hand.
lying cutting darkness
Fear and lies fester in darkness. The truth may wound, but it cuts clean.
wisdom struggle writing
It's funny, because in deference to conventional wisdom, I spent my struggling writer years trying to suppress my naturally baroque literary voice and write clean, spare prose. I finally gave up and embraced my baroque tendencies when I wrote the Kushiel series.
distance believe fate
There are those who hold that there is a pattern to all that is said and done in this world, that no thing happens without reason nor out of time. As to that, I cannot speak, for I have seen too many threads cut short to believe it, but of a surety, I have seen too the weft of my fate shuttled on the loom. If there is a pattern, I do not think there is anyone among us who can stand at a great enough distance to discern it; yet I will not say that it is not so.
history woven thread
The tapestry of history is woven of many threads.
true-friend thinking romance
True friendship must be akin to romance, I think. only without all the anguish and anxiety.
life sweet taste
We are meant to taste of life ... and drink the cup of it to the dregs, bitter and sweet alike.
wise wisdom folly
There is no folly like the folly of the wise.
world comfort trouble
It is a comfort, in anguish, to be reminded of the scale of one's own troubles against the mighty breadth of the world.
genius audience
Genius requires an audience.
night anticipation
Night breeds its own sort of anticipation.
character conflict inner-conflict
Clearly, Im drawn to characters with inner conflicts.