FREE SON OF THE SHADOWS PDF Juliet Marillier | 590 pages | 17 Jun 2002 | St Martin's Press | 9780765343260 | English | New York, United States Son of the Shadows Quotes by Juliet Marillier Sign in with Facebook Sign in options. Join Goodreads. Want to Read saving…. Son of the Shadows to Read Currently Reading Read. Error rating book. Refresh and try again. Son of the Shadows Quotes Showing of I have no aptitude for this. I cannot learn this. I would hold on, and hold on, until my hands clutch at emptiness. But I don't know how. Your choices are your own. Each of us carries a burden of guilt for decisions made or not made. You can let that rule your whole life or you can put it behind you and move on. Only a madman lets jealousy determine the course of his existence. Only a weak man blames others for his own errors. Each man hears a different story. Each is touched by it according to his inner self. The words go to the ear, but the true message travels straight to the Son of the Shadows. Lean on me and let us walk this path together. She is my light in the darkness and Johnny is my pathway ahead. For it Son of the Shadows light and dark, night and day, this world and the Otherworld. On the left side, the face of a youngish man, the skin weathered but fair, the eye gray and clear, the mouth well formed if unyielding in character. On all the right side, extending from an undrawn mark down the exact center, an etching Son of the Shadows line and curve and feathery pattern, like the mask of some fierce bird of prey. An eagle? A goshawk? No, it was, I thought, a raven, even as far as the circles about the eye and the suggestion of predatory beak around the nostril. The mark of the raven. If I had not been so frightened, I might have laughed at the irony of it. The pattern extended down his neck and under the border of his leather jerkin and the linen shirt he wore beneath it. His head was completely shaven, and the skull, too, was colored the same, half-man, half-wild creature; some great artist of the inks and needle had wrought this over many days, and I imagined the pain must have been considerable. 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 Son of the Shadows pebble into a pool, how it makes an ever-expanding circle of ripples, spreading right across the water's surface. Maybe it was the hesitation in his voice. I knew what it cost him to let himself speak thus. Maybe it was the memory of how he had looked as he slept. I just knew, overwhelmingly, that if I did not touch him I would shatter in pieces. Jumpcried the wind. Jump over. I shut my eyes Son of the Shadows moved toward him, and my arms went around his waist, and I rested my head against his Son of the Shadows and let my tears flow. There Son of the Shadows, said the voice deep inside me. See how easy it was? Bran went very still; and then his arms came around me, quite cautiously, as if he had never done this before and Son of the Shadows not at all sure how one went about it. We stood there awhile, and the feeling was good, so good, Son of the Shadows a homecoming after long troubles. Until I held him, I did not realize how much I had longed for it. Until I held him, I did not realize he was just the right height to put his arms comfortably around my shoulders, for me to rest my brow in the hollow of his neck, where the blood pulsed under the skin—a perfect fit. Tell him, if he takes you, he's a dead. 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. Life, death, love, hate. Desire, fulfillment. Something that touches you with joy or with terror, that lifts you Son of the Shadows of your safe, little path and onto a great, wild road whose ending nobody knows? Don't you ever long for that? You hold him to you now. You captured a wild creature when you had no place you could keep him. You may hold me captive now, and believe me helpless. But each foulword you speak of her brings your death a little closer. So Cu Chulainn asked and he asked, and at length he Son of the Shadows that the best teacher of the arts of war was a woman, Scathach, a strange creature who lived on a tiny island off the coast of Alba. When he came to the wild shore of Alba and looked across the raging waters to the island where she lived with her warrior women, he saw that there could be a difficulty before he even set foot there. For the only way across was by means of a high, narrow bridge, just wide enough for one man to walk on. And the instant he set his foot upon its span, the bridge began to shake and flex and bounce up and down, all along its considerable length, so that anyone foolish enough to venture farther along it would straightaway be tossed down onto the knife-sharp rocks or into the boiling surf. Boiling surf? No boat could have crossed that sea, I'd wager. I did my best. I'm sorry things didn't come out different for the two of us. I wish I could have been good enough for you. Let us be strong for you. Maybe, if you cared Son of the Shadows about someone, you could do it and not feel your spirit torn in two. But the forest keeps her hold on all those who are born there, and they cannot travel far without the yearning in them to return. One who is trustworthy, and true to himself, I answered straightaway. One who Son of the Shadows his mind without fear. One who can be a friend as well as a husband. I would be contented with that. From that point on, the days stretch out. And so a child born at midwinter walks always toward the light, all his life. Wasn't that the first thing you knew, when you came into the world and they laid you on your mother's belly? Her hand would come across and stroke your back, and cup your head, and she would smile through tears of exhaustion and wonderment. That touch of love would be the very first thing for you. Instead I felt hollow, empty, as if all the meaning had been sucked out of me and I was drifting, light as a skeleton leaf, at the mercy of the four winds. I was drained of tears. Welcome back. Just a moment while we sign you in to your Goodreads account. Son of the Shadows (The Gifted #3) by Nancy Holder Goodreads helps you keep track of books you want to read. Want to Read saving…. Want to Read Currently Reading Read. Other editions. Enlarge cover. Error rating book. Refresh and try again. Open Preview See a Problem? Details if other :. Thanks for telling us about the problem. Return to Book Page. 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