If she was suggesting she was too wise with the weight of her experience to fall prey to infatuation - well, the disproof was sitting before her in the form of a gray-eyed prince with a thoughtful set...
If we're to be judged by our parents and grandparents, then we all may as well impale ourselves upon bits of rock.
She understood now that while it had been wrong to kill Cansrel, it had also been right. The boy with the strange eyes had helped her to see the rightness of it. The boy who'd killed Archer. Some peop...
That's interesting," Bitterblue said. "You think a conscience requires fear?
I don't understand your book. Isn't every book a book of words?
Raffin appeared again, a floor above her, on the balconied passageway that ran past his workrooms. He leaned over the railing and called down to her. "Kat!""What is it?""You look lost . Have you forgo...
