She thought of the hardness and the coldness she had cultivated over those years and wondered if they were the mask she wore or if the mask had become her self. If the longing inside her for kindness, for warmth, for compassion, was the last seed of hope for her, she didn't know how to nurture it or if it could live.
The Thieves of Eddis don't have breaking points. We have flash points instead, like gunpowder. - Megan Whalen Turner
The Thieves of Eddis don't have breaking points. We have flash points instead, like gunpowder.
- Megan Whalen Turner
And the Earth had no name. The gods know themselves and have no need of names. It is man who names all things, even gods. - Megan Whalen Turner
And the Earth had no name. The gods know themselves and have no need of names. It is man who names all things, even gods.
I am a master of foolhardy plans, I thought. I have so much practice I consider them professional risks. - Megan Whalen Turner
I am a master of foolhardy plans, I thought. I have so much practice I consider them professional risks.
If we truly trust no one, we cannot survive. - Megan Whalen Turner
If we truly trust no one, we cannot survive.
These people make my family look easy to get along with. - Megan Whalen Turner
These people make my family look easy to get along with.
Were you lying?" "I never lie," he said piously. "About what?" "The sand, the snake." For a young man who never lied, he seemed surprisingly unoffend… - Megan Whalen Turner
Were you lying?" "I never lie," he said piously. "About what?" "The sand, the snake." For a young man who never lied, he seemed surprisingly unoffend…
Who am I, that you should love me? - Megan Whalen Turner
Who am I, that you should love me?
No 'Glory shall be your reward' for me. Oh, no, for me, it is, 'Stop whining' and 'Go to bed'. - Megan Whalen Turner
No 'Glory shall be your reward' for me. Oh, no, for me, it is, 'Stop whining' and 'Go to bed'.
She thought of the hardness and the coldness she had cultivated over those years and wondered if they were the mask she wore or if the mask had becom… - Megan Whalen Turner
She thought of the hardness and the coldness she had cultivated over those years and wondered if they were the mask she wore or if the mask had becom…
Login to join the discussion
Login to join the discussion