Extraits

Ce n'était pas le fardeau de son travail ou la douleur dans ses mains qui l'anéantissait: c'était la solitude.

“I think I might fetch you the moon if only to spare your tears again.”

“Though if you mean to take me captive, you need only ask. I would come willingly.”

Je n'ai pas la moindre idée de ce que nous sommes en train de faire, murmura-t-il.

Mais si vous voulez me capturer, vous n'avez qu'à demander. Je me laisserais volontiers faire.

Of all the non sequiturs. Why do you need to know my name?"

"So that I may hate you more informally.

Tell me your name," he whispered. [...]

"Why?" she asked.

He hesitated, briefly, before he said, "I begin to fear you've done me irreparable damage. I should like to know who to blame.

The moon is a great comfort to me.

He realized, with some despair, that everything would now remind him of her. The very sun and moon, the shifting of lightness and dark.

Pink roses.

That's absurd. I won't allow that to happen."

She stepped aside. "You do not control the universe, Your Highness.

Violence alone, she knew, would accomplish nothing. Anger without direction was only hot air, there and gone.

Fire was her soul, but water was her life.