Corporal, if you would care to accompany us? I wouldn’t dream of missing it. There were whole days when Kaylin hated Dragons.
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.
You are, if I understand correctly, Chosen. It is your responsibility to use the words given you to...finish things. To resolve stories that have been left hanging; to offer closure to the things aban...
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
To try. To live through the horror of failure; to endure the guilt. To try again. To make that choice.
They are acknowledging previous failures in the only good way they can: by refusing to continue to fail. I
It was true: hope could be unkind. You opened yourself up to the worst of wounds because you wanted to believe that something good could finally happen. But if you didn't? You missed this. This intens...
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...
If life were fair, we would never have suffered what we suffered at all; having suffered it and survived, we're still reacting to things that don't exist anymore.
Knowing someone is trustworthy is merely one step in the building of a relationship of any kind.
Where are you going? Kaylin stopped. I’m following you. Which is usually done from behind.
So Kaylin, navigating forest, footpaths, and a plague of blood-drinking, buzzing insects, began to make a list. It was, in her mind, titled Things Not to Do if You Want to Have Fun During Your Involun...
If she had dreamed of wearing a dress like this, if she had once dreamed of rescue, in the way children do, she’d grown beyond the dream. Or it had grown too small to contain her. It didn’t matter.
Choice is the defining factor of independent life. For better or worse. If the parents restrict choice, reserve it, forbid it, their children will remain children for the entirety of their existence.
They were like gray stone, like the walls of the round room; they gave no impression of life, and they hinted at nothing but surface. His face, pale as ivory, heightened their unusual color; his hair,...