Occupation: Writer Birth: 1976
Your horse is named Small. Yes. Mine is named Big. -Fire and Brigan.
Mercy was more frightening than murder, because it was harder..
If I wanted to stun anyone at dinner, I'd hit them in the face..
A man who fights you as he does is no better than an opportunist and no worse than a thug..
His last thought was that it hadn't been stupidity that had allowed his son to enchant him so easily with words. It had been love..
You have a wound too, Papa." Hanna took Brigan's left hand, which was wrapped in a bandage, and inspected it. "Did you throw the first punch?.
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 t….
What a horrifying notion," he said. "A creature with the power to take over one's mind..
She wanted to cause him pain for taking a place in her heart she wouldn't have given him if she'd known the truth..
Some of the smartest men have a hard time comprehending the obvious..
If he touches you, I'll come in and choke him to death..
Location: Amsterdam, Where Fire Is Called "Vlam.
It has been a hard lesson to learn, that greatness requires suffering..
I don't understand your book. Isn't every book a book of words?.
You're good at love," she said simply, because it seemed to her that it was true. "I'm not so good at love. I'm like a barbed creature. I push everyo….
I push everyone I love away." He shrugged. "I don't mind you pushing me away if it means you love me, little sister..
Fire supposed he needed to be there in order to give rousing speeches and lead the charge into the fray, or whatever is was commanders did in wartime….
Well, none of it would ever end if she was too afraid for it to begin..
Mercy was more frightening than murder, because it was harder, and Randa didn't deserve it. And even though she wanted what the voice wanted, she did….
He considered her seriously. "Well. And that's easy," he said. "My Grace will protect me from him, And I'll protect you. You'll be safe with me, Kats….
It always struck Fire, the physical affection between these siblings, who as often as not were at each other's throats over one thing or another. She….