They’re humanity writ small, and many of them haven’t learned how to hide, how to pretend to know things they don’t know, how to doubt the things they want to believe in.
The Swords were the city’s peacekeepers, something illsuited to Kaylin; the Wolves were its hunters, and often, its killers. And the Hawks? The city’s eyes. Ears. The people who actually solved crimes...
I don’t know what’s happening—but Spike says things are getting worse. She hesitated.
No, she told them all. Looking up at the creature, or across at it, she said softly, Yes, it's what I want. But I also want wings. I want to be beautiful. I want to be strong. I want to be perfect.If...
His hair was a dark, dark black—Barrani black—but his build was all wrong for Barrani. He was a shade taller than Teela, and about twice her width. Three times, maybe. His hands were empty; he carried...
Kaylin’s memory was like a kaleidoscope; fractured, but in a way that was arresting, even beautiful, if looked at the right way.
Kaylin hated politics. Hated them. She hated the stupid decisions, the game playing, the grandstanding. She hated political decisions made by people who never had to do any of the law’s actual work. S...
We’re not what we were. We’re not what we will be. Everyone changes. Everyone can change. Let it go.
Which would pretty much end most of the lives that Kaylin cared about, although to be fair, it would probably end the other ones, as well.
Ignorance and stupidity are not the same. Remember that. Ignorance can always be alleviated.
You never wanted to stand out. You never wanted to attract too much attention, because some of that attention would be bad.
There, in thin blue lines that could be called spidery, was the mark of Lord Nightshade—the
I have always thought it unwise to let fear be your personal guide. Which one would you prefer? Love has its problems as well, if you listen to old stories. Ah, but I would argue that that is not love...
The children watch,' she added softly. As if the children were the keepers of all conscience. And maybe, Kaylin thought, just maybe, they were a good keeper. To protect your children, you struggled wi...
Evanton creaked his way toward the sound of the bell at a speed that made snails look fast—if he decided to answer the door at all. If you made the mistake of ringing the bell while he was already on...
She had a choice; she had chosen to listen. She had offered, wordless and desperate, to help.
He is not, perhaps, overjoyed—but joy is not a characteristic of my people; it is considered too youthful, and therefore, too easily destroyed.
When you worshipped someone, you placed a burden on them. You expected them to live up to your ideals, expected them to be worthy of your worship. And who could do that? Not
Complaining about life’s little miseries was one of the few conversational luxuries people were allowed, and at the moment, Kaylin couldn’t put herself behind complaint.
In practice, the Hawks are people. People are political. I don’t expect any group of people to be perfect, theoretical beings—for one, the pay isn’t nearly high enough. Some of the racial decisions ma...
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