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
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.
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.
writing years people
I'd studied 16th century science and magic. I thought it was strange that people were interested in the same kinds of things my research was about. The more I thought about it, the more intriguing it became and pretty soon I was writing a novel about a reluctant witch and a 1500-year-old vampire.
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.
powerful cutting people
I saw the logic that they used, and the death of a thousand cuts as experimental scientists slowly chipped away at the belief that the world was an inexplicably powerful, magical place. Ultimately they failed, though. The magic never really went away. It waited, quietly, for people to return to it when they found the science wanting.
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.