Juliet Marillier
Juliet Marillier
Juliet Marillieris a New Zealand-born writer of fantasy, focusing predominantly on historical fantasy. She was educated at the University of Otago, where she graduated with a BA in languages and a Bachelor of Music. Marillier taught music at the high school and university levels and has also served as a choral conductor and opera singer. In 2009 Marillier was diagnosed with breast cancer...
NationalityNew Zealander
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth27 July 1948
skeletons track tree
There was so much of beauty here: the neat, small tracks of a foraging creature, stoat or marten; the inticate tracery of a skeleton leaf, still clinging vainly to its parent tree as, little by little, time stripped it of its substance, leaving only the delicate remembrance of what it had been.
iron stronger springtime
Stronger than iron crueler than death sweeter than springtime it lives beyond breath
sky fire giving
Our strength comes from that magic, from the earth and the sky, from the fire and the water. Fly high, swim deep, give back to the earth what she gives you...
dark light evil
But there is one thing you must remember, if you forget all else. There is no good or evil, save in the way you see the world. There is no dark or light save in your own vision. All changes in the blink of an eyelid; yet all remains the same.
hair shade sunlight
Good and bad; shade and sunlight, there's but a hair's breath between them. It's all one in the end.
goodbye hands long
This is a long goodbye, yet not time enough. I have no aptitude for this. I cannot learn this. I would hold on, and hold on, until my hands clutch at emptiness.
world not-ready ready
My world was changing, and I was not ready for it.
sleep bird owl
More like some small, fierce bird of prey, something with a sharp bite. An owl perhaps, that speaks only when the rest of the world sleeps. Jenny will do well enough.
daughter children father
My daughter," I said blankly. "I see. Correct me if I am wrong, but I thought it took a man, as well as a woman, to make a child. Is this infant's father to be a crab, or a seagull maybe? Or were you planning to shipwreck some likely sailor on my doorstep, so I can make convenient use of him?
tears wish dry
I wish- I wish I could dry these tears, I wish I could make this better for you. But I don't know how.
memories darkness alive
Even in that time of utter darkness, somewhere deep inside me the memory of love and goodness had stayed alive.
circles water tiny
I have listened to many tales in my life, and told a few of my own. If this has taught me anything, it is that there are some occurrences that change the course of things, that make an alteration far beyond their own apparent magnitude. It is like the throwing of a tiny pebble into a pool, how it makes an ever-expanding circle of ripples, spreading right across the water's surface.
path may helpers
You may be your own best helper, if you choose the right path.
found-you waiting choices
For indeed you have a choice. You can flee and hide, and wait to be found. You can live out your days in terror, without meaning. Or you can take the harder choice, and you can save them.