I do like the world quite a lot.
Even the jerks earn some of our affection. We can be glad they’re gone and yet still mourn the good parts.
Being a writer is a good, good thing.
Throwing herself into learning helped Miri ignore the painful chill of solitude around her.
It is a truth universally acknowledged that a thirty-something woman in possession of a satisfying career and fabulous hairdo must be in want of very little.
You, what are you? The brat of lucky parents who were related to a childless king. There is no such thing as royal blood. I believe we are what we make ourselves, and as such, you, Crown Princess, are nothing.
A little snark, properly directed, can change the world.
For Colin Firth: You’re a really great guy, but I’m married, so I think we should just be friends.
I’m going to find whoever is responsible for me sleeping out side with outside without pillows and kick them in the shins!-Enna.
She put a wedge beside my heart And then she brought the mallet down She sang no song to guide her work I lost my heart without a sound.
Just like the old adage – what you dislike most in other people is what you dislike the most in yourself –.
I was sorry to lose it, and if you make me another one, I promise not to get taken captive by bandits and have to use it to save my life.
A heart’s a heart, in a child or a man. You are tougher than you feel right now. Your roots are deep, your canopy’s spread wide. You’re going to show everyone what it means to be a king.
No more crying. It’s all wetness and no comfort at all.
Her eyes were distant, and she seemed to be listening to that voice that first told her the story, a mother, sister, or aunt. Then her voice, like her singing, cut through the crickets and crackling fire.
Razo was sorely tempted to assert that all was true and he’d lost his horns and tail in a tragic childhood accident.
As a general rule, writing is very inconvenient.
Uge, save me from the sauce of their loveyness-raso Forest Born.
It was karma, it was kismet, it was magic. It doesn’t matter how it happened, just that it did.
Words can fall hard like a boulder loosed from a cliff. Words can drift unnoticed like a weed seed on a breeze. Words can sing.