I will never be without information,' she determined. 'I will do better than my sisters. If a bird or any other beast comes out of that uncanny repub….

Perhaps all a Tsaritsa is is a beautiful cold girl in the snow, looking down at someone wretched, and not yielding..

The smell of loving is a difficult one to describe, but if you think of the times when someone has held you close and made you safe, you will remembe….

True names,” said September wonderingly. “These are all true names. Like, when your parents call you to dinner and you don’t come and they call again….

Magic does that. It wastes you away. Once it grips you by the ear, the real world gets quieter and quieter, until you can hardly hear it at all..

I reminded myself: when a book lies unopened it might contain anything in the world, anything imaginable. It therefore, in that pregnant moment befor….

If I stop, I shall sink and die. That's the way I'm made. I have to keep going always, and even when I get where I'm going, I'll have to keep on. Tha….

However wretched her origins, she chose freely to continue her crimes against us from the moment she woke to this life. It is easy to forgive beautif….

Astolaine Bombast, catalogue woman, ordered up like a rare steak, 'plees make shore she is pritty and a whyt gurl if you have enny'.Well, she's pritt….

Hats change everything. September knew this with all her being, deep in the place where she knew her own name, and that her mother would still love h….

I want to keep on living forever and watching heroes and fools and knights go up and down, into the world and out. I want to keep being myself and mi….

Marya Morevna, we are better at this than you are. We can hold two terrible ideas at once in our hearts. Never have your folk delighted us more, been….

If one did not have at least a little luck, one would never survive childhood. But luck can be spent, like money; and lost, like a memory; and wasted….

Do you suppose you will look the same when you are an old woman as you do now? Most folk have three faces—the face they get when they’re children, th….

He tried to reconstruct the story in his mind, but it kept getting confused, bleeding into itself like watercolors..

That’s what happens to friends, eventually. They leave you. It’s practically what they’re for..

I have tried to write stories that go into the underworld of myth and bring out life and fire — where the old world looked at a woman alone and immor….

You cannot escape where you come from, September. Some part of it remains inside you always, like the slender white heart in the center of the thicke….

And it's the wonders I'm after, even if I have to bleed for them..

Woman! Come out! I have—" She looked down at the bloodless grass, embarrassed. "I have come to rescue you," she finally said, as if admitting that sh….

Marya pinned out her childhood like a butterfly. She considered it the way a mathematician considers an equation..