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...
Her hair was a flyaway mess, and her cheeks, she knew, would be a little too red for dignity—but she often had to choose between dignity and living another hour.
He is not, perhaps, overjoyed—but joy is not a characteristic of my people; it is considered too youthful, and therefore, too easily destroyed.
We’re not what we were. We’re not what we will be. Everyone changes. Everyone can change. Let it go.
There, in thin blue lines that could be called spidery, was the mark of Lord Nightshade—the
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 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...
He wasn’t as tall as Tanner, and he wasn’t as broad; he had the catlike grace of a young Leontine, and his hair was a burnished copper, something that reddened in caught light. But his eyes were the b...
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.
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 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...
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...
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...
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...
You never wanted to stand out. You never wanted to attract too much attention, because some of that attention would be bad.
She had a choice; she had chosen to listen. She had offered, wordless and desperate, to help.
I hate being the only mortal in a gathering full of Immortals who think killing each other cleverly is the height of good manners.
Corporal, if you would care to accompany us? I wouldn’t dream of missing it. There were whole days when Kaylin hated Dragons.
She’d learned early that if she couldn’t be on time to save her life, she’d better cultivate the unseemly art of groveling.