I leaned against his side, his irritation oddly comforting. After a moment he grudgingly put his arm around me. The deep quiet was already settling back upon the grove, as if all the fire and rage we'...
I glared down. Do you me to go? His hands tightened on my arms. He didn't look me in the face. For a moment he didn't speak. Then harshly he said, No.
I do not care if Laurence tells me not to squash you
I am not whimpering, at all, Temeraire muttered, and added, ow! There
How are you giving it magic? he said, through his teeth.I already found the path! I said. I’m just staying on it. Can’t you—feel it? I asked abruptly, and held my hand cupping the flower out towards h...
His name tasted of fire and wings, of curling smoke, of subtlety and strength and the rasping whisper of scales.
He scowled at me. Jaga, he said, and for a moment I stood cold and still. Old Jaga had died a long time ago, but there weren’t very many songs about her, and bards mostly sang them warily, only in sum...
He roared at me furiously for ten minutes after he finally managed to put out the sulky and determined fire, calling me a witless muttonheaded spawn of pig farmers-My father's a wood-cutter, I said- a...
Fire wouldn't burn he; blade wouldn't cut her, no matter how long we hacked away.
Don’t stand there like a cretin, he said. Take it.
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. Borys
A girl had supposedly disguised herself as a man to fight in her father’s stead, had become companion to a military dragon and saved the empire by winning a great battle;
You were challenged beyond the bounds of what could be done, and found a path to make it true.
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...
There was a song in this forest, too, but it was a savage song, whispering of madness and tearing and rage.
The Wood knew I was here: even now its creatures were moving towards me, stealthy padding feet through the forest, walkers and wolves and worse things still. I suddenly was sure that there were things...
That Staryk wanted to take her for nothing. He made her give him gold just to live, as if she belonged to him because he was strong enough to kill her. My father was strong enough to kill me but that...
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...