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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| ee9af1e | I can't believe we're bribing our future queen with designer shoes. | MaryJanice Davidson | ||
| e9f458c | Out of me unworthy and unknown The vibrations of deathless music. --"ANNE RUTLEDGE," BY EDGAR LEE MASTERS (1869-1950)" | MaryJanice Davidson | ||
| 595a988 | Charlize forever, Kristen Grumpypants never. | MaryJanice Davidson | ||
| 1b31094 | Makes me crave a WTF stamp, so I could just walk around stamping WTF on everything that freaks me or scares me or just plain puzzles me. | MaryJanice Davidson | ||
| 054a4dd | Worse, she never hesitated to play the depression card to | MaryJanice Davidson | ||
| 717495f | knowing someone is trustworthy is merely one step in the building of a relationship of any kind. | Michelle Sagara | ||
| 08d4577 | He is not, perhaps, overjoyed--but joy is not a characteristic of my people; it is considered too youthful, and therefore, too easily destroyed. | Michelle Sagara | ||
| 436b0dc | If the Light and the Dark were so absolute, why couldn't they give her absolute answers? Why did everything have to be so confused? | Michelle Sagara West | ||
| fcd84a1 | If there were no darkness, no Dark Heart, we--none of us--would exist. Try to see this when you walk in darkness. Try to forgive it, though you walk with light. | Michelle Sagara West | ||
| af51216 | Remember that in change, no matter how strange or slight the chance, all hope lies. | Michelle Sagara West | ||
| d09b03b | But this road, this road that I have walked, you, too, must walk, Sarillorn or no." "What road, Lady?" "The road between Dark and Light. And you, of the Light, must take that path, knowing that light casts its shadows, and that they lie at times in places that no eyes can see." | Michelle Sagara West | ||
| 4d5a1c4 | Erin!" "Hmmm?" "I'm talking to you!" "At me." She looped the sword around her hips and fastened the belt. "To me is when I answer." | Michelle Sagara West | ||
| 192025c | Kaylin hated politics. Hated them. She hated the stupid decisions, the game playing, the grandstanding. She hated political decisions made by people who never had to do any of the law's actual work. She hated the pervasive sense of superiority and smugness that underlay all of the rules. | Michelle Sagara | ||
| 4f5642a | Which would pretty much end most of the lives that Kaylin cared about, although to be fair, it would probably end the other ones, as well. | Michelle Sagara | ||
| 0867547 | Would it trouble you if I remained?" "No," she replied, around a mouthful of chicken. He took his accustomed seat to her left, but said nothing. "Do you want any of this?" "No," he answered gravely. "I do not normally eat this mortal fare." "You should try it." She stopped, trying to remember if she had ever seen the Lady of Elliath eat anything. Her memory wasn't up to it. She doubted if anyone's was--with the possible exception of Latham .. | Michelle Sagara West | ||
| 539bc37 | You are, if I understand correctly, Chosen. It is your responsibility to use the words given you to...finish things. To resolve stories that have been left hanging; to offer closure to the things abandoned long ago. | Michelle Sagara | ||
| 4230b02 | He walked into the shadows of his rooms; walked into the darkness that no light penetrated. And there, under a halo of gentle red, she waited for him. In silence he stood, while the time drifted by. Days passed thus, stretching out. What of it? He had time. They had time. He touched her hand; it did not move. Very gently he lifted her body, cradling it in his dark arms. Is this what you feel, Sara? Is this what you feel when you cry? | Michelle Sagara West | ||
| a53c67a | Where are you going?" Kaylin stopped. "I'm following you." "Which is usually done from behind." | Michelle Sagara | ||
| 0bfc666 | When you worshipped someone, you placed a burden on them. You expected them to live up to your ideals, expected them to be worthy of your worship. And who could do that? Not | Michelle Sagara | ||
| 910e726 | Just what is going on here?" Darin would have had a hard time imagining the plump, friendly woman he knew so well wearing such a frown. He tried to make himself smaller as he looked at the distance between himself and the safety of the underside of Kerren's bed. He wilted visibly as Kerren threw a guilty look in his direction. The light that suddenly flooded his back might have been magical given the effect that it had. "What's this?" He go.. | Michelle Sagara West | ||
| c5df925 | They are acknowledging previous failures in the only good way they can: by refusing to continue to fail. "I" | Michelle Sagara | ||
| feb8acf | How much did a Dragon hide, when he walked the streets of the city? | hidden | Michelle Sagara | |
| d97270b | She outpaced Severn. Whole years of her life had been narrowly defined by the fact that she couldn't even . | kaylin-neya | Michelle Sagara | |
| 7bcd0e7 | Kaylin swiveled in her chair. | Michelle Sagara | ||
| e209048 | Don't miss CAST IN HONOR! | Michelle Sagara | ||
| 5549bc1 | We need a lift! | Michelle Sagara | ||
| bcf3744 | complaining about life's little miseries was one of the few conversational luxuries people were allowed, and at the moment, Kaylin couldn't put herself behind complaint. | Michelle Sagara | ||
| 59403f5 | War is a mass of contradictions and carefully acknowledged truths. | Michelle Sagara West | ||
| 899825f | They're humanity writ small, and many of them haven't learned how to hide, how to pretend to know things they don't know, how to doubt the things they want to believe in. | Michelle Sagara | ||
| b159794 | They were like gray stone, like the walls of the round room; they gave no impression of life, and they hinted at nothing but surface. His face, pale as ivory, heightened their unusual color; his hair, gray, fell beyond his back. He was not Barrani, but he might as well have been; he was tall, proud and very cold. But his wings crested the rise of drawn hood, and they were white, their pinions folded. Hawklord. | Michelle Sagara | ||
| a843db2 | His hair was a dark, dark black--Barrani black--but his build was all wrong for Barrani. He was a shade taller than Teela, and about twice her width. Three times, maybe. His hands were empty; he carried no obvious weapon. Wore no open medallion. The hand that he lifted in ritual greeting, palm out, was smooth and un-adorned. | Michelle Sagara | ||
| db918f9 | He wasn't as tall as Tanner, and he wasn't as broad; he had the catlike grace of a young Leontine, and his hair was a burnished copper, something that reddened in caught light. But his eyes were the blue she remembered, cold blue, and if he had new scars--and he did--they hadn't changed his face enough to remove it from her memory. | Michelle Sagara | ||
| 109cb72 | To try. To live through the horror of failure; to endure the guilt. To try again. To make that choice. | Michelle Sagara | ||
| 13a5046 | There, in thin blue lines that could be called spidery, was the mark of Lord Nightshade--the | Michelle Sagara | ||
| 61649c3 | You never wanted to stand out. You never wanted to attract too much attention, because some of that attention would be bad. | Michelle Sagara | ||
| 5e4eb6b | need was a funny thing; you were never sure if you had it by the tail or the jaw. Being needed forced her to find strength; being needed too much forced her to confront failure. | Michelle Sagara | ||
| 66a0670 | She could have written a treatise on the danger of dresses in about thirty seconds, but it wouldn't have been printable. | Michelle Sagara | ||
| 52ec271 | Kaylin. The shape of a girl on the edge of the long climb into adulthood. | Michelle Sagara | ||
| d50c61e | There were days when boredom--or the possibility that things could get boring--was as much of a gift as life was willing to give. | Michelle Sagara | ||
| c0185ba | Is this some sort of test?" "Indeed. Everything that doesn't kill you is." | Michelle Sagara | ||
| 92f0fb6 | If she had dreamed of wearing a dress like this, if she had once dreamed of rescue, in the way children do, she'd grown beyond the dream. Or it had grown too small to contain her. It didn't matter. | Michelle Sagara | ||
| dff0591 | She studied them all, her eyes tracing thick curves and thin, as if they were a mandala that moved with her, lived in her. | Michelle Sagara | ||
| 757d342 | event was; she'd witnessed | Michelle Sagara | ||
| 15e326e | Corporal, if you would care to accompany us?" "I wouldn't dream of missing it." There were whole days when Kaylin hated Dragons." | Michelle Sagara |