They didn’t want to kill me. They wanted to hurt me. And they were good at it.
There’s more magic in a baby’s first giggle than in any firestorm a wizard can conjure up, and don’t let anyone tell you any different. Magic
There are people out there who enjoy hurting and scaring others. They’re going to keep doing it until you make them stop.
Then you know that Sam was the true hero of the tale, Sanya said. That he faced far greater and more terrible foes than he ever should have had to face, and did so with courage. That he went alone int...
Then you know that Sam was the true hero of the tale,' Sayna said. 'That he faced far greater and more terrible foes than he ever should have had to face, and did so with courage. That he went alone i...
Then she turned her head and, before I could react, planted a kiss right on my mouth. I almost fell off the Harley. She drew her head back, flashed me a wicked little smile, and said, For luck. Star W...
The world is getting weirder. Darker every single day. Things are spinning around faster and faster, and threatening to go completely awry. Falcons and falconers. The center cannot hold. But in my cor...
The words first. Damned near everything begins with words.I am, I breathed, and suddenly the ice was clear of my mouth.I am Harry... I panted, and the pain redoubled.And I laughed. As if some freak wh...
The soreness lifted out of my muscles, and my cloudy, cloggy thought processes cleared as though someone had flushed my synapses with jalapeño.
The only people who never hurt are dead.
The older you get, I should think, the more you will come to understand that the universe is very much a looking glass, Miss Lancaster. Meaning what, precisely? That it reflects a great deal more of y...
The old man’s staff was shorter and thicker than mine, but the carved sigils and formulae on it were noticeably similar, and the texture and color of the wood was identical.
The noise was deafening, and no one could have heard me anyway as I let out my own battle cry, which I figured was worth a shot. What the hell.I DON'T BELIEVE IN FAERIES!
The married thing. Sometimes I look at it and feel like someone from a Dickens novel, standing outside in the cold and staring in at Christmas dinner.
The impossible we do immediately. The unimaginable takes a little while.
The force of the blast did not scatter the crystals, as Bridget’s common sense told her it absolutely should have. Instead it just seemed to disperse, spreading out like a wave. Where the wave spread,...
The energy of night was far different than that of the daylight—not inherently evil, but wilder, more dangerous, more unpredictable.
The deepest joys and most terrible wounds were both to be had from family. The
The council is old school. Really, really old school.
The One created us all to be free. To learn. To find common cause with others and to grow stronger and wiser. But the ancient enemy perverts that union of strengths. With the enemy, there is no choice...