She fell in love with him, and he with her; that’s a spell if you like.
Oh,' she said, too bone-weary to pretend: 'I would far rather that I love you as I saw yesterday I do than that I had gone on worshiping you as I did not long since.' And she turned away hastily, and...
I’m your friend, Sunshine, he said. Everything else is just static on the line.
I said with perfect honesty, I have no intention of trying to take these suckers out by myself, no.
I loved every one of these people. And I couldn’t take another minute of their company.
I feel like a potato that's recently been mashed,she said.
HIs riders knew most of this, even if they did not see it with the dire clarity Corlath was forced to....
Dogs are very comforting when your world has exploded.
But I'm going to try to tell the truth. Except for the parts I'm leaving out, because there's still stuff I'm just not going to tell you. Get used to it.
Including Rilly, who was beside herself with excitement, and her mother, who was beside herself with Rilly--
The story is always better than your ability to write it.
We may not like it, but we need human friends, because we have human enemies whether we will or nay.
You are attempting to be logical, I suspect, and logic has little to do with government, and nothing at all to do with military administration.
Yes, I am letting my own experience color my answer, which is what experience is for....
What … you’re a hedgehog! It stirred at her touch and then curled up tighter. You’re a very small hedgehog. And you shouldn’t be wandering round enchanted palaces looking for adventures.
What was new was the fact that, despite my heart doing its fight-or-flight, help-we're-prey-and-HEY-STUPID-THAT'S-A-VAMPIRE number, I was glad to see him. Ridiculous but true. Scary but true.
What this world doesn't have is the three-wishes, go-to-the-ball-and-meet-your-prince, happily-ever-after kind of magic. We have all the mangling and malevolent kinds. Who *invented* this system?
Tsornin's nostrils showed red, but his ears were as alert as ever, and occasionally he would rub his nose gently against the nape of her neck, just in case she was momentarily not thinking about him.
There are stories about good vampires like there are stories about the loathly lady who, after a hearty meal of raw horse and hunting hound and maybe the odd huntsman or archer, followed by an excitin...
The Pavilion did not burn by lightening, she said.He hesitated again. It holds the memory of fire, he said at last. Lightening is young and strong and thoughtless, but it could also wish to visit the...