F.T. McKinstry Quotes

The gods cared nothing for those they touched. Especially war gods.

Innocence crafts its own demise.

Most humans know better than to cross a wizard. A cat does not care.

Love knows all paths, where even gods and cats are blind.

The light from his torch painted the barren forest in shades of his own reflection, black-haired, gray-eyed and pale for want of a touch. He pulled his cloak close, unable to determine which made him more uncomfortable: the dreary woods or the new moon settling onto his heart like a cloud of moths.

When in doubt, follow the senses of beasts.

My woman has a wandering eye;Yarrow, thyme and thorn.She eyes the ocean and the skyWhile stitching sails, forlorn.I got a kiss, and then a tearAs she bade me go;But on the waves, my heart's in fear:My woman's in the know.

Springtime blooms the starry treeBearing fruit the mariners see.High by night and low by dawnThe silver apple guides us home.