He stared up at the stars: and it seemed to him then that they were dancers, stately and graceful, performing a dance almost infinite in its complexity. He imagined he could see the very faces of the stars; pale, they were, and smiling gently, as if they had spent so much time above the world, watching the scrambling and the joy and the pain of the people below them, that they could not help being amused every time another little human believed itself the center of its world, as each of us does.
Another from an oft read bedtime story, a passionate favourite of my younger daughter who was very much away with the fairies. She loved (loves) the enigma and enchantment of a fairy story and this one has it all; romance; witches and spells; beautiful princesses pitching good against evil (whereas the other daughter prefers a more earthy ‘hobbit-like’ fantasy within her fiction).
Not too much of a chore to read this one if I’m honest. I do like the language of the long sentence and the ethereal nature of the wonderment within this novel. Too be honest it’s a corker and with some of the most beautiful prose to be read, one that you don’t hear too much about (compared to say Harry Potter).
“You know when I said I knew little about love? That wasn't true. I know a lot about love. I've seen it, centuries and centuries of it, and it was the only thing that made watching your world bearable. All those wars. Pain, lies, hate... It made me want to turn away and never look down again. But when I see the way that mankind loves... You could search to the furthest reaches of the universe and never find anything more beautiful. So yes, I know that love is unconditional. But I also know that it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable and strangely easy to mistake for loathing, and... What I'm trying to say, Tristan is... I think I love you. Is this love, Tristan? I never imagined I'd know it for myself. My heart... It feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it's trying to escape because it doesn't belong to me any more. It belongs to you. And if you wanted it, I'd wish for nothing in exchange - no gifts. No goods. No demonstrations of devotion. Nothing but knowing you loved me too. Just your heart, in exchange for mine.”
There are literally hundreds of wonderful passages within this novel, far too many to reproduce…
They kissed for the first time then in the cold spring rain, though neither one of them now knew that it was raining. Tristran's heart pounded in his chest as if it was not big enough to contain all the joy that it held. He opened his eyes as he kissed the star. Her sky-blue eyes stared back into his, and in her eyes he could see no parting from her.
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“The squirrel has not yet found the acorn that will grow into the oak that will be cut to form the cradle of the babe that will grow to slay me.”
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“Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at the stars because we are human?”
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It was sometimes said that the grey-and-black mountain range which ran like a spine north to south down that part of Faerie had once been a giant, who grew so huge and so heavy that, one day, worn out from the sheer effort of moving and living, he had stretched out on the plain and fallen into a sleep so profound that centuries passed between heartbeats.
And one that should go into the best openings thread for a wonderful alternative to the ‘once upon a time’ opening line.
“There was once a young man who wished to gain his Heart’s Desire.”