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.
But I had not known that I was strong enough to do any of those things until they were over and I had done them.
Because that’s what the story’s really about: getting out of paying your debts.
A power claimed and challenged and thrice carried out is true
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.
You refused him, he said to me, almost angrily. I’m not a fool, to take gifts from monsters, I said. Where do you think its power comes from? Nothing like that comes without a price. He laughed, a lit...
We were of the valley. Born in the valley, of families planted too deep to leave even when they knew their daughter might be taken; raised in the valley, drinking of whatever power also fed the Wood.
We leave tonight, he continued, very cold and calm, and we take the eggs with us.
They come and go like seasons, the winter that gives no thought to the spring.
There’s a considerable distance between seeking perfection and irretrievable haste,
The creaking was every song I’d ever heard about war and battle; the horses clopping along, the drumbeat. All those stories must have ended this same way, with someone tired going home from a field fu...
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...
Proper circus you make,' Berkley said, with a snort of laughter Laurence considered unnecessary, when they landed in the clearing and set the dog down; it promptly went tearing around the parade groun...
Our people were alone here a long time, she said, and I wondered, what was long to a tree? A thousand years, two thousand, ten? Endless generations, the roots growing deeper every one. We began to gor...
Nuestro sino es marcharnos [...]. No hemos de quedarnos parasiempre.
No; they nearly drowned you, and not even on purpose but only through carelessness. I am not letting them have you back, Temeraire said.
No, it is just pyrite, but it is very pretty, is it not? I suppose you are one of those hoarding creatures, Laurence said, looking affectionately up at Temeraire; many dragons had an inborn fascinatio...
No one was enchanted beyond saving in the songs. The hero always saved them. There was no ugly moment in a dark cellar where the countess wept and cried out protest while three wizards put the count t...
My girl, my brave girl had done this. She had gone and come back bloody and she had brought us back the spring. And she had come back, she had come back, which was worth all the spring and more for me...