418 Quotes by Mary E. Pearson

Lest we repeat history,Let the stories be passedFrom father to son, from mother to daughter,For with but one generation,History and truth are lost forever.

One day he gave me a handful of sky when he saw me gazing up at the clouds, just to see me smile. I put it in my pocket.

It was a once upon a time world that used to be.

Possibility became a winged creature that could take me anywhere I asked.

It was in the sorrows, in the fear, in the need, that the knowing gained flight, and I had much of all of these.

What's your name?" I asked as he mounted his horse."You are nothing!" he answered, as if he'd heard a different question from my lips. He settled into his saddle, then reluctantly looked my way again. "Jafir de Aldrid," he answered."And I am --""I know who you are. "You're Morrighan." He galloped off.It was another four years before I saw him again, and the whole of that time, I wondered how he knew my name.

There was so much I didn't know about the ways between a man and woman. But I knew I wanted him. And I knew he wanted me.

Desperation grew teeth. Claws. It became an animal inside me that knew no bounds, unspeakable, just as Jafir had tried to explain to me so long ago. It tore open my darkest thoughts, letting them unfurl like black wings.

From the loins of Morrighan,Hope will be born.