Matriarchy is a time-honored staple for any writer looking to invent an exotic society.
…A widow has freedoms a wife does not. But when I look at you, I do not see obstacles for my career, I see-” My face burned even more. “I see wings. A way to fly higher and further than I can on my own.
… There may not be even two men living in the world whom I would have agreed to marry, certainly not on such short notice. But I do not need two; I only need one.
Jake shrugged, in the way that only nine-year-old children can manage — and usually male children at that, girls not being permitted the same kind of insouciance.
I have often found this to be true since, that matters which seem terribly important in the early days of such a journey (what will people back home say?) fade into triviality with the passage of time.
There is no faster way to harden my determination than to assume I will fail at it.
One does not cease to treasure a gem simply because one owns another that is larger.
You may think you see plenty of stars, friend reader, but you are wrong. Night is both blacker and more brilliant than you can imagine, and the sky a glory that puts to shame the most splendid jewels at Renwick’s.
There is nothing in the world so enticing as that which you have been told you may not have.
I had rather face wild beasts and diseases than the perils of civilization.”There is a proverb, which Tom was kind enough not to voice: be careful what you wish for. Unfortunately, not only did I get it, but so did those around me.
I chose my pen name when I was ten, because I knew even then that my legal name would be more trouble than it was worth.