Then you understand why I don't want to get close to another again. What happens when she dies, too? I couldn't bear it.Then you miss out on life.What do you mean?You'll be alone, trusting no one beca...
Riley squinted. He ran his fingers along my neck. When he found the collar he explored the surface and tried to tug it. No seams. It doesn't fell like metal. The colour is amazing. Why? (Trella) It bl...
Relax, Mitch. I'll get us there in one piece. After we jump the chasm of death, we're home free.Funny, he deadpanned. I don't suppose you have another helmet?Nope. But if we do crash, I'll aim for the...
Pulling my hair from its braid, I scowled at the limp mess. The year before I had cut out the snarls and tangles, and now the ends had grown in ragged. My black hair now reached past my shoulders. It...
One thing Valek did know how to do - sew. The other assassins hadn't called him the King Knitter for nothing.
One snake wasn’t enough. Time for Perl’s suggestion. I handed everyone two capsules and a pin. Get as close to the guards as you can. Poke a small hole in the capsule and squirt the liquid near them....
Nothing says you care for me better than offering to torture my enemies.He grinned. No sense doing things halfhearted. And to think, some girls have to endure listening to poetry.
I’m sure you’re just dying to tell me all the campus gossip about me. Right?I do have a life. Maybe I’ve been too busy to listen to rumors, he huffed, pretending to have hurt feelings.I looked at him....
Ixia wasn't perfect, but there were benefits to living there. For me, Valek was one.
It’s incomprehensible to me why a magician would create something that can be used against him. It’s like giving your sword to your previously unarmed enemy, and then being surprised when he stabs you...
It’s a good thing you’re not my Story Weaver. You’re easily distracted by the pattern of the cloth and can’t see the quality of the threads. Well
It can’t be good news, Leif said. I’d doubt you would brave the weather just to say hello.You opened the door before I could knock, I said. You must know something’s up.Leif wiped the rain from his fa...
In the war room, love? What if someone comes in?''Then they'll have a good story to tell.''Good?' He adopted the pretense of being offended.'Prove me wrong.'His eyes lit with the challenge.
I peered deeper and found my soul. A little tattered and with some holes, but there all the same. It had always been there, I realized with shock.
I needed to sit down. I'd heard other people talk about having to sit down when shocked by an event or revelation and I had dismissed the notion as pure exaggeration. Little did I realize the actual p...
I may have discovered what those beans are. It was a weak opening. What I really wanted to say was, What the hell’s the matter with you? But I thought a soft approach more prudent.
I found a few springs of rosemary and returned. Ignoring the collective sigh when I appeared, I stripped off the leaves and handed them to Loren.He sniffed them in suspicion. What's this?I guess it wo...
I didn't expect a knife, though. Is it the one missing from the kitchen?Did Rand report it? I felt betrayed. Why hadn't he just asked for it back?No. It just makes sense to keep track of large kitchen...
I always remember the faces and names of my enemies. I don’t want to forget to kill anyone.
He was the test I hadn’t studied for, the quiz I was bound to fail. Out of my depth.