Occupation: Writer Birth: 1976
Katsa now sat calmly on the stomach of her vanquished foe. "He was handsome," said said. Po moaned. "Was he beat-to-a-pulp handsome, or perhaps just ….
Brigan spun around to face the man, swearing with as much as exasperation and fury as Fire had ever heard anyone swear. The man scuttled away in alar….
Archer, is there a servant girl in my fortress you haven't taken to bed? I announce you're leaving and within minutes two of them are at each other's….
I was doing science," Giddon said. "He threw a bean." "I was testing the impact of a bean upon water," Bann said. "That's not even a real thing." "Pe….
Well then, "Katsa said. "Of course, we'll operate with the greatest possible secrecy, Bitterblue. And for what it's worth, we'll deny your involvemen….
As she left the room, Po went to Katsa, pulled her up, sat himself in her chair, and drew her into his lap. Shushing her, he rocked her, the two of t….
Part of avoiding thoughts about something was not encouraging opportunities for that something to makes itself felt..
Sneaking was a kind of deceit. So was disguise. Just past midnight, wearing dark trousers and Fox's hood, the queen snuck out of her own rooms and st….
Then she'll know I'll want to knock her senseless if she so much as looks at me..
As he left to answer the call, she heard him exclaiming in wonderment on the rise. "Rocks, Nash. Is that a river mare out there? Do you see her? Have….
While I was looking the other way your fire went out. Left me with cinders to kick into dust, what a waste of the wonder you were.
If I'd been trying to kill him, he'd be dead..
Still doing your best to ruin the horses, I see..
And," he continued, his strange smile gleaming, "as I see it, our hearts are not so different in size. I murdered my father. You murdered yours. Is t….
I'd like to restrain from cruelity and not be thanked." ~ Katsa.
Art glows with faith even in its weakest parts. At every moment, writing is an act of self-confidence – the sheerest, most determined, most stubborn ….
...when truths disappear, they leave behind blank spaces, and that is also dangerous..
I think.' she said, 'that sometimes we don't feel the things that we are. But others can feel them..
Gratitude takes less energy than anger..
He made her drunk, this man made her drunk; and every time his eyes flashed into hers she could not breathe..
She crossed the room to him, put her arms around him, clung to him, turning her face to the side, learning all at once that it was awkward to show a ….