Chernevog Quotes

“Illusion and compulsions had less power over him than a wizard-until the source of them come close enough to lay material hands on him.”
― C.J. Cherryh, Chernevog

“Doubt upset Sasha’s stomach, made Eveshka’s hastiness seem a threat more than the forest was.”
― C.J. Cherryh, Chernevog

“Eveshka shook her head violently, fireglow making her pale hair and underlit face all one color in his swimming vision.”
― C.J. Cherryh, Chernevog

“Sweet oils and pine, bay for forseeing: it was not what one burned so much as the thought one put into it, master Ulamets would say. They filled the bathouse with aromatic smoke and steam: they flung herbs into the small stone furnace and wished for visions in the firelit dark.”
― C.J. Cherryh, Chernevog

“Guesses were all anyone had to go on, because a wizard only touched the magical world, he did not live in it: he lived above the surface and tried to make rules for what went on in the place only creatures like Babi could go.”
― C.J. Cherryh, Chernevog

“Doubt had always been Chernevog’s weapon.”
― C.J. Cherryh, Chernevog

“Don’t look at me like that! Don’t love me because I want you to! Oh, god, I knew, I knew you weren’t safe from me!”
― C.J. Cherryh, Chernevog

“Both the wizards he loved had warned him outright that loving him, that loving anything at all was dangerous to them and everything around them.”
― C.J. Cherryh, Chernevog

“Eveshka, you promised. Don’t wish at him like that.”
― C.J. Cherryh, Chernevog

“The house rightfully was Eveshka’s, Pyetr certainly was, and that left Sasha Misurov lately feeling all his own happiness so fragile a misaimed wish could shatter it.”
― C.J. Cherryh, Chernevog

“Misighi rattled many fingers, a sound like the shiver of wind through brush, and Sasha immediately had a waking dream of young man’s sleeping face, snow flakes touching and melting on dark lashes, settling delicately on colorless cheeks and nose and lips. The sleeper showed no sign of changing or wasting.”
― C.J. Cherryh, Chernevog

“Young wizard, you smell of birch trees.”
― C.J. Cherryh, Chernevog