Deborah Harkness
Deborah Harkness
Deborah Harknessis an American scholar, novelist and wine enthusiast, best known as a historian and the author of the "All Souls" Trilogy which consists of the The New York Times best selling novel A Discovery of Witches and its sequels Shadow of Night and The Book of Life...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
CountryUnited States of America
spiritual study witch
The plain truth is that the period I study is the 16th century, and they were absolutely obsessed with witches and spiritual beings.
kissing intimate palms
Wordlessly I looked back at him, astonished that a kiss on the palm could be so intimate.
stars sunset home
That evening, rowing on the quiet river as sunset turned to dusk, I saw an occasional smoky smudge on the towpath, always slightly ahead of me, like a dark star guiding me home.
past remember remembering-the-past
Remember the past - and await the future.
war two might
In this room we understand why this war might be fought...it's about our common belief that no one has the right to tell two creatures that they cannot love each other--no matter what their species.
war two impulse
It was a brutal picture, a tug-of-war between two equal but opposing impulses. It had the ring of truth, however,
two years desire
As fast as I can tell there are only two emotions that keep the world spinning year after year...One is fear. The other is desire.
war requirements firsts
the first requirement of war: allies must not kill each other.
book long legs
We kissed each other, long and deep, while my legs opened like the covers of a book.
sorry ghost
Sorry, we've got ghosts.
garden hair vampire
Within days they'd formed an unholy alliance with a foppish young French vampire in the Garden District who had implausibly golden hair and a streak of ruthlessness as wide as the Mississippi
running hands long
Somewhere in the center of my soul, a rusty chain began to unwind. It freed itself, link by link, from where it had rested, unobserved, waiting for him. My hands, which had been balled up and pressed against his chest, unfurled with it. The chain continued to drop, to an unfathomable depth where there was nothing but darkness and Matthew. At last it snapped to its full length, anchoring me to a vampire. Despite the manuscript, despite the fact that my hands contained enough voltage to run a microwave, and despite the photograph, as long as I was connected to him, I was safe.
beautiful art eye
The most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious. It is the fundamental emotion that stands at the cradle of true art and true science. Whoever does not know it and can no longer wonder, is as good as dead, and his eyes are dimmed (Albert Einstein)
mother being-yourself dna
Be yourself-- Matthew Clairmont. Complete with your sharp vampire teeth and your scary mother, your test tubes full of blood and your DNA, your infuriating bossiness and your maddening sense of smell.