Truth is deadly. Truth is freedom. Truth can break and mend and bind.
They say you came back different. Came back wrong. A crow’s laugh. I never bother to tell them I think you came back right. Came back right at last. A
There once was a lady most beautifulSpirited, if a little unusualHer friends were fewBut how did the man queueBut to all she gave a refusal
Then let me call you Mine for a dance or two.
Then Manon Blackbeak whirled and brought Wind-Cleaver down upon her grandmother.
The world began and ended in fire.
The voice was at once the night and the dawn and the stars and the earth, and every inch of my body calmed at the primal dominance in it.
The undergarments were plain-and folded. Who folded their undergarments? Celeana thought of her enormous closet back home, exploding with colour and different fabrics and patterns, all tossed together...
The power did not belong to the High Lords. Not any longer.It belonged to me—as I belonged to me, as my future was to decide, to forge.Once I discovered and mastered what the others had given me, I...
The kitchen sounds turned muffled as she let herself spiral down, contemplating that horrible realization again and again: she could not remember what it was like to be free.
The gasping-fish look is a good one for you,
The game had been played, and she had lost.
Tell me what I must do to atone; tell me to crawl over hot coals, to sleep on a bed of nails, to carve up my flesh. Say the word, and it is done. But let me care for you as I once did, before … before...
Tamlin isn’t your keeper, and you know it.I’m his subject, and he is my High Lord—You are no one’s subject.I will say this once—and only once. You can be a pawn, be someone’s reward, and spend the res...
Sunset's Passions, he read, and opened the book to a random page to read aloud. 'His hands gently caressed her ivory, silky br- His eyes widened. By the Wyrd! Do you actually read this rubbish? What...
Someone fish out dear Amren before she catches a cold.
So dashing, one of the girls murmured behind him. Wait until you see my dismount, he almost said.
She's been a ghost for years now, anyway, her heart full of the forgotten dead.
She wriggled the demon’s fingers a bit more. It’d make a good back-scratcher. Rowan only frowned. Killjoy, she said, and chucked the arm onto the torso of the Wyrdhound.
She wouldn't mind working with him - but not in the way Roland meant. Her way would include a dagger, a shovel, and an unmarked grave.