Author of quotes: Guy Gavriel Kay

She is as beautiful as obsidian in new-fallen snow, It sparkles like a diamond in candlelight. She carries the fire, like a ruby or emerald. It beckons with the promise of danger and dark oblivion, it's the same challenge that war or mountains, and I think she is as fierce as they.

His friend is innocent, he just showed him the door - and warned - to which he himself came, covered with the scars of winter battle... Entered into a seemingly warm, lit fireplace and candles, the fragrant Suite of rooms, and came out when I changed the time of the year, the wound was much deeper...

- Tell me, are you going to impose its own values to all the men and women you will meet?
- Hardly. But I'm afraid I will impose them himself.

Blaise felt very alone and very far from home. It was a strange feeling: the house has long meant little to him. But sometimes people still mattered.

Tempting to simply speculate on the dead winter's night on the hearth or under the monotonous hum of bees among the scent of summer herbs in the castle garden, - imagining them alive and how they could change everything.

The year is not so long, in fact. Not even long enough to be able without pain to remember his laugh when they were alone together, his goodness to his subjects, the sound of his voice, his strong gait, acute discernment inquiring mind and the familiar signs of a flare up of passion that flared in response to her passion.

Anger and hatred have limits that the person is too quickly reached.

Perfection... unattainable for people. The imperfection can be turned into an advantage. Possible.

Now are you excited? Intrigued? Do you like it when a woman shows weakness...?
- I like people who are a little open... themselves. Improvident. Motion out those games that you mentioned. Yes, it appeals to me.

All the court have their pride, and all the figures in the game. In many games at once - some games are associated with murder, others with a passion - but only one game matters in the end, and all the others are only a part of it.

It happens more often than you think. The lovers first met at the dinner that one of them almost missed. Wine cask falls off the wagon and breaks his leg the man who chose an unusual path to his beloved bath. Mutnovsky dagger assassin misses only because the intended victim accidentally turns around and notices him. So add up and change the fate and life God created the world.

Pertini was actually the man who could make himself invisible, that his presence was forgotten. And this meant that he heard saw something I could not hear and not see others.

Eighty thousand screaming people can make you scream. He had never been in such a huge crowd. Crowds have their own power;they fascinate you.

All the time the past penetrates into the present: all he saw now seemed riddled with paintings of what he saw earlier. Too many memories. He will die in tomorrow that awaits him now, and then everything turned into yesterday...