But sleep was busy elsewhere
I assure you, we do not enjoy having so much fun.
Perhaps we can come here together someday. By the way, you're a month older than the last time I saw you. Are you still too young to marry.
He stopped and took my hand. If we die, or if I die...He was speaking of dying, and I couldn't stop smiling.In the dark he must not have noticed, because he said in a rush, I must tell you that I love...
I saw the other loners the way everyone else did-as unappealing, as to be avoided at all costs. If I hung out with one of them, I thought, my unpopular status would get worse, not better, because it w...
I was born singing. Most babies cry, I sang an aria.
After two stories, I blew out my light. The night was clear. My ceiling was the sky and an eyelash of the moon. By shifting from side to side, I made my hammock swing me into sleep.
I wonder how Admat can be everywhere. Is he in my sandal? Or is he my sandal itself? Why would a god bother to be a sandal? Does he wear shoes or sandals himself, invisible ones?
Sun, don't rise!
Gnomic, !chocH !choe echachoed dh zchoaK !chocH
To me, merely and pretty were words that had nothing to do with each other. Pretty went with miraculously, and merely belonged in another paragraph entirely.
Father asks frequently in his letters whether I fancy any Ayorthaian young lady or any in our acquaintance at home. I say no I suppose I'm confessing another fault: pride. I don't want him to know tha...
If it had writing, I read it: cereal boxes, ads on the subway, billboards, highway signs. I
No sign of pleasure greeted the announcement. The mood in the hall was leaden.My mood was livelier. Fright is livelier than lead.
I write fiction for lots of reasons. One is power. I'm in charge when I write. So are you. You create the world of the story. You make the rules.
That fool of a fairy Lucinda did not intend to lay a curse on me. She meant to bestow a gift. When I cried inconsolably through my first hour of life, my tears were her inspiration. Shaking her head s...
We don’t do big magic. Lucinda’s the only one. It’s too dangerous.What’s dangerous about ending a storm?Maybe nothing, maybe something. Use your imagination.Clear skies would be good. People could go...
We promised to be kind to each other, to be patient, to forgive each other’s faults, to be steadfast and true, and to keep joy in our love.
Drualt cleared his throat and began the traditional stanzas from Drualt. They hadn’t been said at weddings in his day, naturally, but they’d been said in Bamarre for centuries now. Drualt took Freya’s...
Crying is part of the adventure
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