Myron took the moment to sit down on the stone bench behind him and whispered to Hadrian, You were right. Life outside the abbey is much more exciting than books.
Revenge is a bittersweet fruit that leaves the foul aftertaste of regret.
It's easier to believe the most outlandish lie that confirms what you suspect than the most obvious truth that denies it.
Just—don’t—move, Guy said with his hands spread out in front of him. He looked as if he were trying to catch a wild horse, and did not advance, dismount, or draw his sword.Just then the portcullis dro...
Why didn’t we ever consider sailing as a profession? Hadrian asked Royce as he moved to the side and faced the wind. He took a deep, satisfying breath and smiled. This is nice. A lot better than a swe...
Instead of passion, you have regret. In place of effort, you are mired in memory. You sink in nothingness and your heart drowns in despair. At times—usually at night—it’s a physical pain, both sharp a...
Stained upon my hands, the blood of innocents brands my soul with such a crime forgiveness gapes appalled.
Fools believe silence is a void needing to be filled; the wise understand there's no such thing as silence.
NEVER INTERFERE WITH MELENGAR AGAINBY ORDER OF THE KING… AND US
’ Bout time you married someone and stopped tempting every man from here to the Blue Sea, Padera said, slurring the words through toothless gums. You know, wars have started over women like you.Moya...
The Song of Man, one of Reuben’s favorite poems, mentioned age, disease, and hunger as the Three Cruelties of Humanity. Fat Horace was clearly hunger. Pasty-faced, pockmarked Willard was disease, and...
It’s never good when a tree screams.
Life is all about conflict. The pursuit of happiness—that’s life, not the achievement. It’s all about the journey, my friend.
The claw slipped again. It came off the edge of the stone and Hadrian felt his stomach rise as he fell. He dropped less than two stories and landed in a thick pile of straw, but it still hurt. With th...
In the dark, when night’s chill cutsCold as death they climb the hillBreaking door and windowpaneThey come to burn, slash, and kill. Shadows pounding on the doorThey beat the drums of fearPlace your...
Wouldn't matter, Suri said. Regardless where you're born, the world has a way of finding you and ruining everything.
Losing leaves a bitter taste that lingers long after the sweetness of victory has been forgotten.
It amounts to the same thing. The abbot once told me that lying was a betrayal to one’s self. It’s evidence of self-loathing. When you are so ashamed of your actions, thoughts, or intentions, you lie...
But … but how … Why? He started to push up on the bed with his hands and winced.Calm down, she told him firmly. You need to rest. I mean it.I shouldn’t be lying down in your presence!You will if I tel...
Tesh continued to wade forward through hip-deep water and neck-high fear.
Showing 41 to 60 of 413 results