What's the point in having a mind if you don't use it to make judgments?What's the point in having a heart if you don't use it to spare others from the harsh judgments of your mind?
What was it like? Manon asked quietly. To love.For love was what it had been—what Asterin perhaps alone of all the Ironteeth witches had felt, had learned.It was like dying a little every day. It was...
We're all a broken, in our own ways - In places no one might see.
We need hope as much as we need bread and meat, he interrupted, his eyes clear for a rare moment. We need hope, or else we cannot endure.
We hit the sweeping marble stairs to the front doors of the manor. And so Tamlin unwittingly led the High Lady of the Night Court into the heart of his territory.
We do not look back, Chaol. It helps no one and nothing to look back. We can only go on.
Two black boots came into view, then a pair of knees as someone crouched on the edge of the ring.Get up, Chaol whispered. She couldn’t bring herself to look him in the face. It was over.(...)Get up, C...
Together, we stared at our reflection. Lord and Lady Night. Ready to be wicked? he purred in my ear. My
Three stones for the faces of the mother, four bones ... for whatever reason the charlatans came up with that I can't be bothered to remember.
This had better be important.Perhaps if you hadn't been reading all night, you wouldn't be so exhausted, snapped the young man seated across from her.
They tried to shoot my … Rowan through the heart.
There was so much blood. It had spread to where Lorcan was kneeling, gleaming bright as it soaked into the sand. It covered her shirt, discarded and forgotten beside him. It even speckled the scabbard...
There was good in people - deep down, there was always a shred of good.
There was a time when people valued honor and loyalty — when serving a ruler wasn't about obedience and fear.
There are good days and bad days for me - even now. Don't let the hard days win.
Then there was that other strange feeling that pushed and pulled at her, making her reply the scene in the mess hall again and again.She had never known regret-not true regret, anyway.But she regrette...
The world had ended and begun anew, and yet nothing had changed, either. The sun would still rise and fall, the seasons would still change, heedless of whether he was free or enslaved, prince or king,...
The prince then glanced at Chaol and chuckled. And here I was, thinking that all the ladies were out so early for Roland and me. When all of them catch a vicious cold, I'll let their fathers know that...
The library looked as it had always had: dim, cavernous, achingly beautiful in its ancient stone architecture and endless corridors lined with books. And totally silent.
The curving stones of the gateway loomed, and she drew the sword from her back with her right hand, her left hand enveloped in flame.