Despite how entertaining certain stories were, at the bottom of every item of gossip there was someone getting hurt.
No, I don’t think I could fall in love with him, handsome though he is, because I don’t accept any of that huff he gives me about my great beauty and all that. I’d have to trust a man’s words before I could love him. I think.
A horse blanket, Mel?I remembered what I was wearing. ‘It tore in half when Hrani tried washing it. She was going to mend it. This piece was too small for a horse, but it was just right fo
Angry men with pointy things sent to secure a foreign city are pretty much alike anywhere. That’s what I’ve heard. So far nothing’s convinced me different.
Except. What is normal at any given time? We change just as the seasons change, and each spring brings new growth. So nothing is ever quite the same.
Finally someone takes me seriously enough to ask for my word of honor, and it’s a villain.
When people first discover beauty, they tend to linger. Even if they don’t at first recognize it for what it is.
What’s it really like to always be the prettiest person in a room? Dos it mean you’re always acting as if in a play, because no one stops looking at you?”Life is a play, isn’t it?
What if feeling good only comes after you destroy someone you hate?”That’s not good, that’s triumph,
If everywhere you go everyone watches you, and wants you, can you truly be yourself?
The only noise now was the rain, pattering softly with the magnificent indifference of nature for the tangled passions of humans.
Memory warps time, as it does the sights and sounds and smells of reality; for what shapes it is emotion, which can twist what seems clear, just as the surface of a pond seems to bend the stick thrust into the water.
Why is it the songs all end with the good people winning, but in life they don’t?”They don’t make songs when the good lose,” I muttered. “They make war chants against the bad. So there won’t be any songs for us.
No, my career as a warrior princess, short as it had been, was over, I thought morosely. Violence only works if you’re good at it. Otherwise, it hurts too much.
But I will never ask anyone from our village-from any village in Tlanth-to risk his or her life unless I’m willing to myself.
Who in the universe halts when the enemy tells them to?
If your opponent is better armed and has longer reach, then surprise is your only ally. And then you’d better hope he’s half asleep.
When I turned thirteen and took a typing class, with typical early teen enthusiasm and total lack of critical ability, I started sending my stuff to publishers once I’d babysat long enough to earn the postage.