Cinda Williams Chima (born 1952) is a New York Times bestselling author of young adult fantasy, best known for The Heir Chronicles, The Seven Realms and The Shattered Realm series.
He would find a way to make it work, because he finally understood that sometimes you have to raise your expectations. And sometimes you need to make a claim on the world and the people you love to get what you most desire
And, like a fool, she kissed him back. Kissed him a way that would leave no doubt about the way she felt about him. Kissed him because she knew the chances were slim she'd have very many kisses like that in her lifetime. Which is a sad thing when you're only seventeen.
A vocation is not something you slap on, like a coat of paint, and change whenever you want. A vocation is built into you. You have no choice. If you try to do something else, you fail.
So you questioned him?" Raisa prompted. "What did he say for himself?" "Well, the first thing Gillen does is steal his purse and beat him with a club. " Amon said.
His aster-blue eyes shown out from a face blackened by bruises and soot, his fair hair glittering in the firelight. Dressed all in black, silhouetted against flame, he looked rather like a demon, raised from the dead, trading for souls on the other side.
I have to think it's possible to suffer a great wrong and walk away from it. To build a life of small, exquisitely important moments.
I need to go to parties, Raisa mused, so I don't think so much.
You couldn’t keep your mouth shut? I’m calling you Glitterhair from now on. Or Talksalot.
They were like two pieces of a failed star, drawn together by a shared history and a memory of illicit kisses.
You do not respond to an attempt on your life with a slap on the hand. Or a joke.
Tears stung her eyes. She sank her knees next to the sleeping bench and gently raked strands of golden hair from him forehead. "Don't you die. don't you dare. I forbid it. " As if Han Alister had ever listened to anything she said.
The next chamber is full of songbirds, if I remember right. Their music is like turtleweed. It will put you to sleep if you listen to it. They sleep most of the time, so the best thing is to pass through without waking them up. If they do awaken, then you must sing loud enough to drown out their music. " "Great," Han said. "Whose idea was that?" "It seemed like a good idea at the time," Crow said. "I was an excellent singer.
He expects nothing, she thought, because he's never had anything. And nothing was expected of him. He was free in a way she never would be.
Did the destruction of one dream leave a vacuum that required filling with another? Is a broken heart more vulnerable?
Haven't you heard about me?" he said, with a tight smile. "I'm really a very dangerous person. " And he did look dangerous until he said, "Look, could you watch Dog for me while I'm gone? I can't take him where I'm going.
The only way to get what you want is to make them more afraid of you than they are of each other.
One more thing: Linda, can you get to Canterbury and take over my Chaucerian Society? They're at Dovecote Hostelry in the old city. We're visiting all the scenes of the great murders. Tomorrow they want to see where Becket was killed. They're a bloodthirsty lot, it seems.
Jason felt humiliated and frustrated. Rejected by a rock.
Just because you're the enemy of my enemy don't mean you're my friend, Han thought.
How'd it go with Leesha?" "It was great! We were bad cop and bad cop!