Guy Gavriel Kay
Guy Gavriel Kay
Guy Gavriel Kay CMis a Canadian writer of fantasy fiction. Many of his novels are set in fictional realms that resemble real places during real historical periods, such as Constantinople during the reign of Justinian I or Spain during the time of El Cid. Those works are published and marketed as historical fantasy, although Kay has expressed a preference to avoid genre categorization...
NationalityCanadian
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth7 November 1954
CountryCanada
soul preserves
Eanna love us, Adaon preserve us, Morian guard our souls.
heart lazy trying
Lazy poets try to elicit a reader's response with words designed to tug at the heart.
children would-be orbit
She had been a solitary child, and then solitary as a woman, drawn into an orbit of her own that took her away from others, even those who would be her friends.
islands world another-world
... everyone knew that all islands were worlds unto themselves, that to come to an island was to come to another world.
children knowing soul
We worship…the powers that speak to our souls, if it seems they do. We do so knowing there is more to the world, and the half-world, and perhaps worlds beyond, than we can grasp. We always knew that. We can’t even stop children from dying, how would we presume to understand the truth of things? Behind things? Does the presence of one power deny another? [p. 176]
children blessed men
One man sees a riselka: his life forks there. Two men see a riselka: one of them shall die. Three men see a riselka: one is blessed, one forks, one shall die. One woman sees a riselka: her path comes clear to her. Two women see a riselka: one of them shall bear a child. Three women see a riselka: one is blessed, one is clear, one shall bear a child.
kings woods blame
Unless the perfidious wolves have the temerity to disobey the High King's plans, we should meet Shalhassan's forces by the Latham in mid-wood with the wolves between us. If they aren't,' Diarmuid concluded, 'we blame anyone and everything except the plan.
enemy
We must be what we are, or we become our enemies.
poison world cups
The world could bring you poison in a jewelled cup, or surprising gifts. Sometimes you didn't know which of them it was.
letting-go falling-in-love sadness
There was some sadness in how that could happen, Tai thought: falling out of love with something that had shaped you. Or even people who had? But if you didn't change at least a little, where were the passages of a life? Didn't learning, changing, sometimes mean letting go of what had once been seen as true?
ice
Ice is for death and endings.
heart wish knows
Do you know the wish of your heart?" - The Darkest Road
running way stories
How we remember changes how we have lived. Time runs both ways. We make stories of our lives.
bridges shapes longing
Words were power, words tried to change you, to shape bridges of longing that no one could ever really cross.