She could have written a treatise on the danger of dresses in about thirty seconds, but it wouldn’t have been printable.
Geography bends to the dictate of will.
We need a lift!
Kaylin swiveled in her chair.
I don’t understand. The Consort’s smile was bitter. No. No more do I. I doubt that. Do you imply that I lie, Lord Kaylin? Clumsy of me. I’m not usually that subtle.
Angry Leontine Sergeant, angry Aerian Commander in Chief, slightly bored Dragon, and panicked human—you could practically call it a racial congress, with humans in their usual position.
The past, of course, is a different country; it is occupied, frequently, by regret, and it is ruled by tyrants. They cannot be moved.
Need was a funny thing; you were never sure if you had it by the tail or the jaw. Being needed forced her to find strength; being needed too much forced her to confront failure.
Hope was cruel. It could be an act of torture far more profound than despair.
Event was; she’d witnessed
She told him she was fine. Except the words she used were No. I’m not.
Right or wrong is decided on the basis of a significant moment.
Kaylin’s memory was like a kaleidoscope; fractured, but in a way that was arresting, even beautiful, if looked at the right way. As a child, Catti’s hair had been bright red, but it had shaded
Kaylin glanced at the small dragon, who exhaled the sigh of the long-suffering everywhere.
Is this some sort of test? Indeed. Everything that doesn’t kill you is.
Everything happens at night.The world changes, the shadows grow, there's secrecy and privacy in dark places. First kiss at night, by the monkey bars and the old swings that the children and their pare...
Kaylin. The shape of a girl on the edge of the long climb into adulthood.
Ignorance and stupidity are not the same. Remember that. Ignorance can always be alleviated.
I don’t know what’s happening—but Spike says things are getting worse. She hesitated.
But she only knew one way of conquering fear, and that was to charge into it, blindly.