And as I watched him, I knew that in every dark night there was, somewhere, a small light burning that could never be quenched.
That's what it is to be a hero, Riordan says. It's fighting on even when you're hopelessly outnumbered. It's seeing your friends dying all around you, witnessing the most shocking cruelty you could im...
If you will count, count the stars, dear one. How many stars in the sky, looking down on us as we lie in each other's arms and taste joy? How many gleaming fish in the lake where I splash our son in t...
You thought you’d never give up your vocation, a voice whispered inside me. You thought you’d never even consider it. But you’ve met the one man who could change your mind. He is your perfect compleme...
Perhaps this was what the stories meant when they called somebody heartsick. Your heart and your stomach and your whole insides felt empty and hollow and aching.
It was quiet; so quiet. Didn't these people know how to grieve for a good man? Didn't they know how to weep, and scream with rage, and curse the powers of darkness in their sorrow? Didn't they know ho...
It came to me that it was possible to be afraid of your own fear, and that such a phenomenon was utterly ridiculous.
I like your anger,' the Hag said mildly. 'I like your resistance. It makes you less than courteous, but altogether more interesting.
Strung a small white stone with a hole in it. ‘This is more precious
You know not, yet, the sort of love that strikes like a lightning bolt, that clutches hold of you by the heart, as irrevocably as death; that becomes the lodestar by which you steer the rest of your l...
You are a child no longer, whatever you might wish. You are a woman with a woman's body, and you do not think or feel as you did back there at Sevenwaters, when you ran wild in the forest and the tree...
What do you think is the best kind of story, Sibeal? Gull’s deep voice was like a soft cloak, comforting and warm. The true kind, or a tale of marvels and magic? A wonder tale can be truer than true,...
Trust can be a hard lesson; hope still more difficult.
Though it was dark, I could see how his eyes came alive with enthusiasm and the way he used his hands to illustrate with surprising grace. There were hidden depths beneath that impassive exterior. A s...
There's a light shining in him, moving him forward: the light of freedom. That's what draws all of us to follow, to take risks, to keep on fighting when we see our comrades fall beside us. But there's...
Man sets his hand to games of power and influence, he quests for far horizons and wealth beyond imagining. He thinks to own what cannot be possessed. He hews the ancient trees to broaden his grazing l...
It seemed to me it would be better to die standing up to a tyrant than to survive as a tool of his will.
I told you once, said Red, that I wanted to hear your voice. I did not think the first words I would hear would be these.Those were not the first words, I whispered, fighting tears. I would not weep.
His heart and mine added a rhythm all their own. We turned and turned, and with every turning we breathed a little more quickly and held on a little more tightly, and when we came back to the place we...
Good and bad; shade and sunlight, there's but a hair's breath between them. It's all one in the end.