Like all schools, we are always interested in learning, in research, in pushing the limits of knowledge. But we must balance that with our duty to protect the world, even from ourselves.
I don’t want anyone normal. I don’t want anyone safe. I want you. I have loved you from almost the first moment I saw you, wild and fierce and brave...
Coldtown was dangerous. Tana knew. A glamorous cage, a prison for the damned and anyone who wanted to party with them.
It unnerved her, how not wrong he was.
So much of winning is waiting. The other part, though, is taking the shot when it comes. Unleashing all that momentum.
He thinks of Elienad, lying beneath tables, listening to the inflections of lies. Watching the hesitations, the gestures, the tensed muscles. Learning a language the king was unaware he even spoke.
Princess Elowyn whirls at the center of a circle of Larks. Her skin is a glittering gold, her hair the deep green of ivy. Beside her, a human boy plays the fiddle. Two more mortals accompany him less skillfully, but more joyfully, on ukuleles.
Gavriel was half in love with death. He’d lost a lover to it and put his own brother in a grave, so maybe it was no surprise that he stalked murderers through the city streets, sinking his fangs into their jugulars and gulping down their blood. Every night, it was as though he avenged his brother by killing some stand-in for himself.
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I knew little else, but I always knew you.
In the darkness, everything is different. The air feels thick. My skin itches. I close my eyes, but that just plunges me deeper into nothingness. It’s like being out in space, drifting, without even the comfort of stars. It’s like being buried in the earth, buried in my past, buried and trying to dig my way out.
I consider mentioning her last ill-fated decision – the one about having fun at the revel –.
If you stop,” she says, “I will also kill you.
Some people have stuffed animals,” Aaron said with a shrug. “Other people have knives.
He attacks again, his sword a silvery fish darting through the sea of the night.
He knew about cures and poultices and the medicinal value of kisses.
An unhappy childhood is supposed to make you grow up fast, but I still feel like a kid a lot of the time.
Sometimes we need to tell ourselves something important, something so important we don’t tell ourselves in a very straightforward way. Sometimes we can only do it with a new face.
Gazing at her for a long moment with something like horror, as though he was seeing her for the first time, he spoke. “You are more dangerous than daybreak.
It was readers that needed to be protected, he thought. Books were something that happened to readers. Readers were the victims of books.