the poetry made her uncomfortable. It was too much like reading spells.

You prepare as best you can for the bad times- then live every moment with joy.

Dulcie said there were no cats in the Bible, but Kit wasn't sure she believed that. Why would there be horses and cows and dogs, wild pigs and weasels, but no cats? Why, when everyone knew that a...

Life, the tomcat thought with uncommon sentiment, is not only challenging, wild sometimes, it can be tender, too. Warm and tender and good.

May the stars shine bright above you, May the sun warm you, And the world hold you softly. May your thoughts and needs be as one, For all time, Your joys and conquests as one, In this world and...

May the stars shine bright above you, May the sun warm you, And the world hold you softly. May your thoughts and needs be as one, For all time

I have continued to come here for that kind of aloneness, so very different from being lonely with someone.

And Anwin said, It turned out just as an enchantment should.But Anwin, it wasn't an enchantment really, it just-Yes, child, it was the greatest enchantment of all. He winked at the prince. Gillie...

Gillie was grinning at the boy's indignant anger. He put a hand on the pages shoulder and looked coldly at Augusta. "Do you call my page a liar, old woman? And who are you to speak of this lady as...

Gillie caught Delilah's hand before it struck, and held it firmly in his own. He stared at her for a long time, but said nothing. Then at last he spoke softly, "Don't you hurt her. Not ever. If you...

You shall have," Gillie said, "the king's bread and goat milk.""The magical goat milk?""The same.""Will it make me beautiful?""It cannot. You are already that.

The castle always looks so mysterious," she said, awed. "Is it wonderful, living there?""It isn't so mysterious when you're there. I'd rather look at it from the hills. It's just-full of people, at...

Crystal shoesAnd a mare to ride on,A milk white mare,And a silver woven in my hair.

Sometimes she could swear that she saw, in Joe Grey's eyes, a judgment far too perceptive, a watchfulness too aware and intense for any cat.Charlie didn't understand what it was about those two...

The swamp roses, Gillie. It was the mare found them. She-if she hadn't run off-it was almost as if she meant me to see them....

If it occurred to Thursey that there was really no relationship between marrying your own true love and having a fortune showered upon you, she didn't bother about that. In a story you might as well...

We will get you a dress with magic, just as in the stories," he said seriously. "But they're only stories, Gillie, Magic isn't real." "We will make it real.

{At the scene of a murder}The cats' bloodthirst was normal; it was the way God had made them. They were hunters, they killed for food and to train their young--well maybe sometimes for sport. But this...