They were wild-eyed and terrified even in their courage.
As though the magic had burned off like the liquor on a pudding.
What perfectly sensible advice. It sat in my stomach, an indigestible lump.
Well, I would have struck him, but I would have had to get up. You have no notion how difficult it is to arrange skirts when sitting down; it took me five minutes together the first time.
Well, I only wish you may all not have your throats slit by Uygurs, Riley said in deep pessimism, giving up, after he had tried once more at dinner to persuade them to remain. . . I will not let anyon...
This wasn’t about truth at all. The court didn’t want truth, the king didn’t want truth. Any truth I could give them, they could ignore as easily as the rest. It wouldn’t change their minds.
The cows were all running around their pen in manic terror.
The Magnati have all been summoned for the funeral, and I’ll be announcing our betrothal once they’re gathered.
So the next morning, I had the deeply wretched experience of seeing Prince Marek stop outside the tower doors to look up to my window and blow me a cheerful and indiscreet kiss. I’d been watching only...
Si no quieres que alguien se muera, no lo aporrees una y otra vez en la cabeza.
Recordaba lo que no debía, y había olvidado demasiado. Recordaba cómo matar y cómo odiar, y se le había olvidado cómo crecer.
One man can go where a group cannot, and manage on very little, particularly a rough adventurer such as he. More the point, he risks only himself when he goes: you much consider that in your charge is...
Now come on. Let's find the baby unicorns and get out of here.
No, my dear, he said at last, softly, knowing it was only the truth. I would rather have you than any ship in the Navy.
My head ached worst of all, some part of me tethered back to the valley, stretched out of recognizable shape and trying to make sense of myself when I was so far from anything I knew.
It felt like a war between two endless things, between a bottomless chasm and a running river.
I'd chosen- not the lesser evil, but the less immediate one.
I watched them roam awhile, and had a small weep, but even grief had its limits. By dinner-time I was horribly bored.
His name tasted of fire and wings, of curling smoke, of subtlety and strength and the rasping whisper of scales.
Fire wouldn't burn he; blade wouldn't cut her, no matter how long we hacked away.