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Kate Forsyth Quotes

May my heart be kind, my mind fierce, and my spirit brave.

May my heart be kind, my mind fierce, and my spirit brave.

Kate Forsyth
Healing, Heart, Brave

There's a flame of magic inside every stone & every flower, every bird that sings & every frog that croaks. There's magic in the trees & the hills & the river & the rocks, in the sea & the stars & the wind, a deep, wild magic that's as old as the world itself. It's in you too, my darling girl, and in me, and in every living creature, be it ever so small. Even the dirt I'm sweeping up now is stardust. In fact, all of us are made from the stuff of stars.

Kate Forsyth
Girl, Stars, Flower

War is an unpredictable beast. Once unleashed, it runs like a rabid dog, ravening friend or foe alike. It can drag on for years, a slow attrition of nerve and fortitude, or be over in one brilliant flash, an extravagant conflagration of flame and blood and waste.

Kate Forsyth
Running, Dog, War
Kate Forsyth (2002). “The Fathomless Caves: Book Six of the Witches of Eileanan”, p.131, Penguin

Once there was a gypsy queen who wore on her wrist a chain of six lucky charms - a golden crown, a silver horse, a butterfly caught in amber, a cat's eye shell, a bolt of lightning forged from the heart of a falling star, and the flower of the rue plant, herb of grace. The queen gave each of her six children one of the charms as their lucky talisman, but ever since the chain of charms was broken, the gypsies had been dogged with misfortune.

Kate Forsyth
Horse, Queens, Stars
Kate Forsyth (2007). “The Gypsy Crown: Chain of Charms 1”, Pan Australia

I think fantasy is best described as a kind of fiction that evokes wonder, mystery or magic, a sense of possibility beyond the ordinary world in which we live, and yet which reflects and comments upon that known world.

Kate Forsyth
Thinking, Ordinary World, Magic

She felt as if she had strayed into a fairy tale, as full of peril as of wonder, a place where anything could happen.

Kate Forsyth
Fairy Tale, Wonder, Peril

I had always been a great talker and teller of tales. 'You should put a lock on that tongue of yours. It's long enough and sharp enough to slit your own throat,' our guardian warned me, the night before I left home to go to the royal court at Versailles ... I just laughed. 'Don't you know a woman's tongue is her sword? You wouldn't want me to let my only weapon rust, would you?

Kate Forsyth
Home, Night, Long

Words. I had always loved them. I collected them, like I had collected pretty stones as a child. I liked to roll words over my tongue like a lump of molten honeycomb, savouring the sweetness, the crackle, the crunch.

Kate Forsyth
Children, Stones, Tongue

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