Gossamer Axe Quotes

“Give yourself when you wish to, but know that when you give yourself willingly, you are still your own.”
― Gael Baudino, Gossamer Axe

“Staring into the half light, the queen struggles with wants and needs to which she can give no names. It is not the willow she desires, nor the rose. It is something else…something that eludes her.”
― Gael Baudino, Gossamer Axe

“The shadows of the apple and the yew had been dark, but Judith had been sitting in the bright Colorado sun, the highlights of her hair shining golden.”
― Gael Baudino, Gossamer Axe

“For a moment, she hardly recognizes her lover. Her red hair a shaggy mane of curls and spikes, her body clad in black leather and flashing studs, Chairiste might well be twisting her strange instrument in her bare hands, wringing sounds from the wood and steel as though from her own heart.”
― Gael Baudino, Gossamer Axe

“From the stars above, from the earth beneath, from the water and stone about her, she drew such energies as would smash an entry into another universe and funneled it into her music.”
― Gael Baudino, Gossamer Axe

“Christa felt warm and comfortable, confident, almost cocky: after so many gigs, her stage persona manifested itself automatically. She had but to don her stage clothes, pick up her guitar, hear the hiss of an active PA, and she was Chris Crutaire, lead guitar for Gossamer Axe.”
― Gael Baudino, Gossamer Axe

“In full stage clothing and makeup, her hair backcombed and spiked out until it was a crimson mane that glittered in the multi-colored stage lights, Christa dropped Ceis’s strap over her shoulder and plugged in.”
― Gael Baudino, Gossamer Axe

“The gate hung above the water, as faintly luminous in the night as it was shadowy during the day.”
― Gael Baudino, Gossamer Axe

“Music had given her much: the touch of harpstrings, the blazing fury of an electric guitar, and, maybe, Judith.”
― Gael Baudino, Gossamer Axe

“It is as though the bard is pursed by something, and madness lurks in the depths of his eyes.”
― Gael Baudino, Gossamer Axe

“He had grown up, but he had also grown backwards. He was seeing the world in light of old memories and was, perhaps, as much in conflict as she.”
― Gael Baudino, Gossamer Axe

“Gossamer Axe doesn’t make sense. For that matter, music doesn’t make sense.”
― Gael Baudino, Gossamer Axe

“She thought for a moment of Melinda. How did she sleep tonight? What were her dreams like?”
― Gael Baudino, Gossamer Axe

“Music and magic were the same for the harp. It knew no other way.”
― Gael Baudino, Gossamer Axe

“If ever she needed the reassurance of old friends and the familiar, it was now.”
― Gael Baudino, Gossamer Axe

“Harpist, guitarist: which did she want to be? She was not ready to make that decision.”
― Gael Baudino, Gossamer Axe

“Gossamer Axe was turning into an uneasy mix of hidden emotions, masks, and psychological games”
― Gael Baudino, Gossamer Axe

“Without a constant stream of students to break up her day, the time slid by unnoticed.”
― Gael Baudino, Gossamer Axe

“Beside her, Monica was applying lipstick that turned her mouth the color of an open wound.”
― Gael Baudino, Gossamer Axe

“Where was the quiet Christa Cruitaire of the crepe de Chine blouses and the khaki slacks? Gone. Her place had been usurped by this figure in tight leather and boots, a woman hardly out of girlhood with deep shadowed eyes, a mane of red hair, and breasts that strained against barely concealing spandex and lace.”
― Gael Baudino, Gossamer Axe

“Good promo. Was that what her religion had become?”
― Gael Baudino, Gossamer Axe

“Angry at the cheek of the Gaedil, humiliated by his loss, Orfide must exist with these emotions forever. He cannot grow beyond them, and therefore his resentment gnaws at him like a canker within the lily.”
― Gael Baudino, Gossamer Axe

“By his nature, Orfide can learn nothing new. He will neither understand the music nor be able to fight the volume.”
― Gael Baudino, Gossamer Axe

“The harp chimed on, and in its song he heard more songs, and those in turn led on to others. It was very simple. It was very good.”
― Gael Baudino, Gossamer Axe

“How old was her hand? How many years had it seen? How many harpstrings had it touched?”
― Gael Baudino, Gossamer Axe

“As she settled herself under the covers, the memory of the harper was a warm presence that blanketed her like a down comforter. She saw the arch of stone again, saw Christa.”
― Gael Baudino, Gossamer Axe

“It seemed quite strange to her that she could feel so markedly different without there being, at the same time, a visible manifestation to reflect the outward change.”
― Gael Baudino, Gossamer Axe

“Take the cup, Devi. You’re grown-up now, and it’s time for you to know that. Take the cup. Take yourself.”
― Gael Baudino, Gossamer Axe

“Drowsy, she shook some of her curly hair and drifted back among the luminous images of her dreams. Christa was there, garbed in a mantle of sky blue, and behind her was an arch of unhewn stone that rose up from a green town to frame precisely a still lake. She held a cup, and beside her was an ornate harp, carved and gilded and begemmed.”
― Gael Baudino, Gossamer Axe

“She tried to remember how Aoine had looked. Soft, gracious, strong, replete with the Goddess, the priestess had smiled at her, offered the chalice, offered everything.”
― Gael Baudino, Gossamer Axe