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East of the sun, west of the moon," said Morozko. "Beyond the next tree.

Every time you take one path, you must live with the memory of the other: of a life left unchosen.

Go out into the world, traveler. See what the long nights and hard days feel like, after a week of them.” “Perhaps I will like them,” Vasya retorted, with spirit. “I sincerely hope not.

Having the world as you wish--that is not for the young," he added, "They want too much.

I did not know I was to be outdone by a little magic boy and his tricks,” he said. “I salute you, magician.” He swept her a bow from horseback. Vasya did not return the bow. “To small minds,” she told him, spine very straight, “any skill must look like sorcery.

I don’t feel like a traveler now,” Vasya admitted, low, to Morozko . “Neither do travelers, often enough,” the frost-demon returned.

I have never seen Tsargrad, or angels, or heard the voice of God. But I think you should be careful, Batyushka, that God does not speak in the voice of your own wishing.

I did not know I was lonely, she thought, until I was no longer alone.

I must be old, Pyotr thought to himself, if my son is being kind to me.

It is easy to die,' replied the bannik. 'Harder to live. Do not forget me Vasilisa Petrovna.

It is easy to die,' replied the bannik. 'Harder to live.

It is time to put aside dreaming. Fairy tales are sweet on winter nights, nothing more.

I want Dmitrii's admiration. I want a victory. I even want power, over princes and chyerti. I am allowed to want things, winter-king.

I want freedom," she said at the length, almost to herself. "But I also want a place and a purpose. I am not sure I can have either, let alone both. And I do not want to live a lie.

Witch. The word drifted across his mind. We call such women so, because we have no other name.

Many people say ‘Better to die’ until the time comes to do it,” Morozko returned.

Mark me, Batyushka, she said. Pray for the dead, comfort the sick, and comfort my stepmother. But leave me alone, or next time one of them comes for you, I shall not lift a finger to stop it.

Not of the priest, and not of the devils, nor of the pits of fire. She had seen their devils. She saw them every day. Some were wicked, and some were kind, and some were mischievous. All were as human in their way as the folk they guarded. No, Vasya was frightened of her own people. They did not joke on the way to church anymore.

Solovey will take me to the ends of the earth if I ask it. I am going into the world, Alyosha. I will be no one's bride, neither of man nor of God. I am going to Kiev and Sarai and Tsargrad, and I will look upon the sun on the sea.

Stand aside," said the Bear. "I will have the old witch's children." Pyotr deliberately stepped forward. "I know no witches. These are my children.

That which you call magic is simply not allowing the world to be other than as you will it.

The cold embrace of the winter god is not for mortal maidens.

The glutton cannot turn his mind to God,” he said dismissively. “But neither can the starving man.

The more one knows, the sooner one grows old,” Midnight returned cheerfully.

There are no monsters in the world, and no saints. Only infinite shades woven into the same tapestry, light and dark. One man’s monster is another man’s beloved. The wise know that.

There is no such thing as magic.” “But you just—” “Things are or they are not, Vasya,” he interrupted. “If you want something, it means you do not have it, it means that you do not believe it is there, which means it will never be there. The fire is or it is not . That which you call magic is simply not allowing the world to be other than as you will it.

What immortal ever knew what it was like to number his days? Yet I can feel the hours passing when she is near

With that sapphire, he bound your strength to him, but the magic did what he did not intend; it made him strong but also pulled him closer and closer to mortality, so that he was hungry for life, more than a man and less a demon. So that he loved you, and did not know what to do.

You cannot take vengeance on a whole people because of the doings of a few wicked men.

You know nothing of this world, and now you mean to go out and die in it?

You were such a sweet child, when I first met you by this very tree,” remarked the Bear. “What happened?” His voice was mocking, but she could feel the tension in him when she began to undo the golden clasps. “What happened? Love, betrayal, and time,” said Vasya. “What happens to anyone who grows to understand you, Medved? Living happens.