Juliet Marillier
Juliet Marillier
Juliet Marillieris a New Zealand-born writer of fantasy, focusing predominantly on historical fantasy. She was educated at the University of Otago, where she graduated with a BA in languages and a Bachelor of Music. Marillier taught music at the high school and university levels and has also served as a choral conductor and opera singer. In 2009 Marillier was diagnosed with breast cancer...
NationalityNew Zealander
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth27 July 1948
real simple stories
Real life is not quite as it is in stories. In the old tales, bad things happen, and when the tale has unfolded and come to its triumphant conclusion, it is as if the bad things had never been. Life is not as simple as that, not quite.
hate simple thinking
The world is simple, I think, in its essence. Life, death, love, hate. Desire, fulfillment. Magic.
strong needs helping
Ask us for any help you need...Let us be strong for you.
strong rain storm
We draw our strength from the great oaks of the forest. As they take their nourishment from the soil, and from the rains that feed the soil, so we find our courage in the pattern of living things around us. They stand through storm and tempest. They grow and renew themselves. Like a grove of young oaks, we remain strong.
tears wish dry
I wish- I wish I could dry these tears, I wish I could make this better for you. But I don't know how.
sky fire giving
Our strength comes from that magic, from the earth and the sky, from the fire and the water. Fly high, swim deep, give back to the earth what she gives you...
skeletons track tree
There was so much of beauty here: the neat, small tracks of a foraging creature, stoat or marten; the inticate tracery of a skeleton leaf, still clinging vainly to its parent tree as, little by little, time stripped it of its substance, leaving only the delicate remembrance of what it had been.
hair shade sunlight
Good and bad; shade and sunlight, there's but a hair's breath between them. It's all one in the end.
stars sky islands
There is no truth on this island of yours. Rather, there are as many truths as there are stars in the sky; and every one of them different.
memories loneliness moments
All that he had of her was his memory, where he held every moment, every single moment that she had been his. That was all he had, to keep out the loneliness.
goodbye hands long
This is a long goodbye, yet not time enough. I have no aptitude for this. I cannot learn this. I would hold on, and hold on, until my hands clutch at emptiness.
iron stronger springtime
Stronger than iron crueler than death sweeter than springtime it lives beyond breath
girl tree like-you
a tree is never just a tree, it is bigger and deeper and wiser than a girl like you will ever be.
heart night wind
Water and stone Flesh and bone Night and morn Rose and thorn Tree and wind Heart and mind