But my father’s irritation told me otherwise. I had been a disappointment to him from the beginning, my mother having taken an excessive number of years to produce me, and shortly afterwards miscarryi...
Because that's what the story's really about: getting out of paying your debts. That's not how they tell it, but I knew. My father was a moneylender, you see.
Angry, I think. I didn’t remember ever being angry before. Anger had always seemed pointless to me, a dog circling after its own tail.
A life before you in the moment isn't worth a hundred elsewhere, three months from now.
She didn’t even have time to scream, just gave a startled Oh! and was gone,
. . though if Fanshawe had not spoken in so unbecoming a way, Laurence would have liked to keep Carver out of it, as he knew the boy had a poor head for heights, .
It had the feeling of truth, of something that I’d always known and just hadn’t ever put into words, or of explaining clearly and plainly something I’d never understood.
If truth didn’t mean anything without someone to share it with; you could shout truth into the air forever, and spend your life doing it, if someone didn’t come and listen.
Her fire was roaring, her silhouette raising showers of orange sparks with a hammer made of shadow.
With bare feet in the dirt, fulmia, ten times with conviction, will shake the earth to its roots, if you have the strength, Jaga’s book had told me, and the Dragon had believed it enough not to let me...
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...
Those the walkers carried into the Wood were less lucky. We didn't know what happened to them, but they came back out sometimes, corrupted in the worst way: smiling and cheerful, unharmed. They seemed...
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 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 are men who are wolves inside, and want to eat up other people to fill their bellies. That it what was in your house with you, all your life. But here you are with your brothers, and you are not...
The real story isn’t half as pretty as the one you’ve heard. The real story is, the miller’s daughter with her long golden hair wants to catch a lord, a prince, a rich man’s son, so she goes to the mo...
The crew were all of them inclined to cough and sneeze, the boys particularly, and Keynes said, We ought put them all in the water: to keep the chest warm must be the foremost concern.Laurence agreed...
Su nombre sabía a fuego y a alas, a volutas de humo, a sutileza y a fuerza, y al rasposo susurro de las escamas.
Solya may not be wicked, but he likes to be too clever for everyone’s good.
She didn't mean anything, Kasia said, brave brave brave, the way I hadn't been for her.