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
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
men hands trust-me
I know it's hard for you to trust me. If I ever find the man who did this to you, who made you so frightened, I'll kill him with my bare hands. But you can trust me.
sleep bird owl
More like some small, fierce bird of prey, something with a sharp bite. An owl perhaps, that speaks only when the rest of the world sleeps. Jenny will do well enough.
daughter children father
My daughter," I said blankly. "I see. Correct me if I am wrong, but I thought it took a man, as well as a woman, to make a child. Is this infant's father to be a crab, or a seagull maybe? Or were you planning to shipwreck some likely sailor on my doorstep, so I can make convenient use of him?
world not-ready ready
My world was changing, and I was not ready for it.
memories darkness alive
Even in that time of utter darkness, somewhere deep inside me the memory of love and goodness had stayed alive.
circles water tiny
I have listened to many tales in my life, and told a few of my own. If this has taught me anything, it is that there are some occurrences that change the course of things, that make an alteration far beyond their own apparent magnitude. It is like the throwing of a tiny pebble into a pool, how it makes an ever-expanding circle of ripples, spreading right across the water's surface.
giving-up men voice
You thought you’d never give up your vocation, a voice whispered inside me. You thought you’d never even consider it. But you’ve met the one man who could change your mind. He is your perfect complement. He is Cathal to your Clodagh; he is Bran to your Liadan. No wonder you conjured up those images. No wonder they make you weep.
dream keys waking
A dream is the key that unlocks the mysteries of the waking world...
light darkness poison
You cannot poison what is between us with your foul words. She is my light in the darkness and Johnny is my pathway ahead.
dark light evil
But there is one thing you must remember, if you forget all else. There is no good or evil, save in the way you see the world. There is no dark or light save in your own vision. All changes in the blink of an eyelid; yet all remains the same.
doe trouble
I like the truth, even when it does trouble me.