There were forest depths in her eyes, green and unending.
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...
The cows were all running around their pen in manic terror.
Oh dear, Laurence said; he felt rather awkward explaining that the main attraction was the abundance of harbor prostitutes and cheap liquor. Well, a city has a great many people in it, and thus variou...
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,
If you will pardon my saying so, Tharkay said, you will never satisfy them on that point: the last thing you or Temeraire will ever give anyone is quiet obedience. Have you considered it might be bett...
I think we must only a few of us go, Laurence said, low. I will take a few volunteers - Oh, the devil you will! Granby exclaimed furiously. No, this time I damned well put my foot down, Laurence. Send...
I should rather have you than a heap of gold, even if it were very comfortable to sleep on.
I should rather have you than a heap of gold, even if it were very comfortable to sleep on, Temeraire said. I do not mind the deck.
I missed home like the ache of hunger, something in me left empty. I’d missed it every day since we crossed out of the valley, going over the mountains. Roots—yes. There were roots in my heart, as dee...
I just sobbed myself out until I had too much of a headache to go on crying, and after that I was cold and stiff
I had forgotten to fear him, from too much time spent too close.
He could not help a certain resentment that a conscience seemed to be so very expensive, and yet had no substantial form which one might admire, and display to one’s company.
Happiness was bubbling up through me, a bright stream laughing.
Do none of you ever ?' I asked, baffled.'And how do keep from getting all over mud? she said.We both looked down. I was a good two inches deep in mud along all the bottom of today's skirt: bigger aro...
De Draak keerde zich weer naar me om. 'Je bent er dus in geslaagd manschappen hierheen te halen,' merkte hij sarcastisch op.
But she hadn't been able to take root. She'd remembered the wrong things, and forgotten too much. She'd remembered how to kill and how to hate, and she'd forgotten how to grow.
And so does pity lead straight to disaster.
All those stories must have ended this same way, with someone tired going home from a field full of death, but no one ever sang this part.
All maps are fiction when the world is seen from the sky. But if ten thousand dragons choose to believe in this one, I think you will find it nearer truth than otherwise.