Quotes by : Tosca Lee

The history keepers will no doubt tell their own tale, and the priests another. It is the men's accounts....

A mist crept into the valley—how could this be, by the light of the climbing sun? It drifted over the....

I wonder now if [the gods] take from us that which we love so we must seek them, if only to scavenge....

Not yet," he wailed, as raw as the earth. "But you lay as though already dead, and I cannot go on without....

It is harder for queens, who have no luxury of meekness. History does not know how to reconcile our ambition....