Juliet Marillier (born 27 July 1948) is a New Zealand-born writer of fantasy, focusing predominantly on historical fantasy.
As a novelist, I'm endlessly fascinated by human behavior and interactions.
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?
A dream is the key that unlocks the mysteries of the waking world.
Each of my novels features a protagonist undertaking a difficult personal journey. On the way, each of these characters - mostly female - discovers something about herself and at the same time makes an impact on other people's lives.
First person allows deeper insight into the protagonist's character. It allows the reader to identify more fully with the protagonist and to share her world quite intimately. So it suits a story focused on one character's personal journey. However, first person shuts out insights into other characters.
Ask us for any help you need. . . Let us be strong for you.
She went on because there was no going back.
You thought you’d never give up your vocation, a voice whispered inside me. You thought you’d never even consider it. But you’ve met the one man who could change your mind. He is your perfect complement. He is Cathal to your Clodagh; he is Bran to your Liadan. No wonder you conjured up those images. No wonder they make you weep.
Water and stone Flesh and bone Night and morn Rose and thorn Tree and wind Heart and mind
You will find the way, daughter of the forest. Through grief and pain, through many trials, through betrayal and loss, your feet will walk a straight path.
Breath of the winds; dancing flame; peace of the earth; song of the waves.
Bran held his voice leve. "In time,you will regret these words. You may hold me captive now, and believe me helpless. But each foulword you speak of her brings your death a little closer. " --Bran to Eamonn
He and I…we share a bond. Not love, exactly. It goes beyond that. He is mine as surely as sun follows moon across the sky. Mine before ever I knew he existed. Mine until death and beyond.
Come, dear heart. Lean on me and let us walk this path together.
Hope is such a tenuous quality. To feel it and then to be denied what one most longs for. . . Better, surely, not to hope at all, than to open the heart to a hope that is impossible.
How could you not know?" His voice was full of wonderment. "You changed me utterly. You were like a. . . like a bright, wonderful bloom in a garden full of weeds. Like a graceful capital on a page of plain script, a letter decorated with the deepest, finest colors in all Erin. Like a flame, Caitrin. Like a song.
Trust is a thing you know without words.
Stronger than iron crueler than death sweeter than springtime it lives beyond breath
I've loved fairytales, folklore and mythology since I was a small child, and I think it was inevitable that they would influence my style and my development of stories.
I wish- I wish I could dry these tears, I wish I could make this better for you. But I don't know how.