So my own sister will not promote me? Speaking of which, weren't you supposed to find me a beautiful future wife with a small fortune? Have you had any success on that front?- Yes - I have warned them...
To those who will see, the world waits.
With a low bow, she is gone in a haze of roses and hope
We don't look at each other anymore. Not really. Not since I pulled him from that opium den. Now when I look at him, I see the addict. And when he looks at me, he sees what he would rather not remembe...
We created order out of chaos. We made beauty and shaped history. We kept the magic of the realms safe in our grasp. How has it come to this? You've not kept it safe. You've kept it to yourselves.She...
They weren't protected by our own laws. They were on their own.Doesn't sound terribly American.On the contrary, it's very American, Will said bitterly
The world expected girls to pluck and primp and put on heels. Meanwhile, boys dressed in rumpled T-shirts and baggy pants and misplace their combs, and yet you were suppose to fall at their feet? Unac...
The man in the shop peered disapprovingly at Evie through the glass. She pumped her arms and legs up and down in imitation of a marching band, gave the man a salute, and continued her meandering walk...
The land is old, the land is vast, he has no future, he has no past, his coat is sewn with many woes, he'll bring the dead, the King of Crows.
The dark does not weep for itself because there is no light. Rather, it accepts that it is the dark. It is said that even the gods must die. He winks. But not without one hell of a fight.
The colonizer writes the history, winning twice: A theft of land. A theft of witness.
Stache off- there is nothing wrong with you,..that can't be fixed.
Our mouths and bodies speak for us in a new language as the trees shake loose a rain of petals that stick to our slickness like skins we will wear forever. And just like that, I am changed.
Our days are numbered in the book of days, Most High, Gorgon murmurs as the garden comes once more into view. That is what gives them sweetness and purpose.
Ohmigosh. No food at all. Tiara sank down on the sand as if the full weight of their predicament had finally hit her. She blinked back tears. And then that megawatt smile that belonged on cereal boxes...
No, instead it is the beastly Cecily Temple who answers me. Dead, dear Cecily, or as I affectionately refer to her in the privacy of my mind, She Who Inflicts Misery Simply by Breathing.
Kartik feels like a country I want to travel—vast, dangerous, and unknown.
It is funny how you do not miss affection until it is given, but once it is, it can never be enough; you would drown in it if possible.
I refuse to let the past find me here.
I hate high heels. Walking in high heels for eight hours a day should be forbidden by the Geneva Convention.