Whatever was carrying me dropped me again with an ungraceful thump, and I lay gasping and throat-sore on the earth—the warm earth, lush with soft green grass, though it silvered with frost in a circle...
Well, luck is nothing to sneeze at, either; we would not get very far if luck were against us,
Wat heb je nú weer gedaan, stommeling? - De Draak
They moved out of Jena early the next morning, with Prince Louis and the rest of the advance guard, for the town of Saalfeld,
They cut them down. They will always cut them down. They come and go like seasons, the winter that gives no thought to the spring
They all had stories. They had mothers or fathers, sisters or lovers. They weren't alone in the world, mattering to no one but themselves. It seemed utterly wrong to treat them like pennies in a purse...
There's no kindness in offering false hope.
Su nombre sabía a fuego y a alas, a volutas de humo, a sutileza y a fuerza, y al rasposo susurro de las escamas.
So I put together a street-going rig and came up with the courier.
Of course, I said. I was sure he'd even gone to Olshanka for the tribute first, just so he could pretend that was the truth for a little bit longer. But I couldn't really bring myself to pretend with...
Nuestro sino es marcharnos [...]. No hemos de quedarnos parasiempre.
Laurence considered the matter and could not find an answer for this. I suppose, in all honesty, being aviators ourselves we cannot like the idea of putting a dragon to death, and so we have found an...
I’m not your dear girl, Kasia said, with a bite in her tone that silenced him.
It was all right when I did it, I said, but when you did it, it was wrong. As though—you were following a trail, but a tree had fallen down in the meantime, or some hedge grew up, and you insisted on...
It seems very strange that the ocean is full of things that one can eat as one likes, and on land everything seems to be spoken for, Temeraire said, disappointed.
I'd chosen- not the lesser evil, but the less immediate one.
I was back in comfortable plain skirts again, but they looked at me anyway as they went away, not with hostility, but not the way any of them would ever have looked at a woodcutter’s girl from Dvernik...
I wanted to rub handprints through his dust
I turned back and tried again, and once more I was sure that I was understanding, and all of it made perfect sense - better than perfect sense, even; it had the feeling of truth, of something that I'd...
I put my fingers up to brush the fine links. Even lying on my skin, it still felt cool to the touch, and when I looked at myself in the mirror, in the glass I was not standing in my father's study. I...