5 Quotes by Janet Lee Carey

Do not wander in the deeps,Where the Shriker's shadow creeps.When he rises from beneath,Beware the Sharpness of his teeth.

Perhaps we are all too small-minded to glimpse creation, even out little corner of it.

There was something of the wildwood in the man who came and went illusive as moonlight moving through the branches.

If a girl were asked which part of a plant she would be, would any choose the root? Blindly clutching the dark earth, never seeing sun nor feeling wind? Toiling there to feed the stem and flower with never a thank-you from them? And who would choose to be the thorn? Thorns protect the plant from pluckers, but who gives honor to them? Nay, any girl would choose to be the bud, opening to the sun, fragrant and beautiful, tickled by bees and butterflies, and looked upon with love.

My heart was already cracked, but this one word, gone, was the stone that broke it.