New learning never hurt anybody.
And she told you something about yourself you really ought to know: that you’re beautiful, and worth loving.
We’re just frisking like little captive lambkins.
Don’t go thinking you can bounce me all over the ground just because I look like somebody’s grandmother,” the woman said dryly. “Some grandchildren need more raising than others, and I supply it,” she grinned, showing very white teeth. – Esa Bell, Shang Wildcat.
A knight must develop all his abilities, to the fullest.
Scrying the wind is very difficult, Tris,” Niko said gently. “It’s like scrying the future. You’re assailed with thousands of images – fragments, really. It drives many who try it insane.” “You learned to scry the future,” Tris pointed out. “And a number of people have informed me they think I am mad,” Niko replied, his voice very dry.
You don’t think history gets rewritten, sometimes?
Things change,” Daja said softly. “We change with them. We sail before the wind. We become adults. As adults, we keep our minds and our secrets hidden, and our wounds. It’s safer.
Myles hugged her tightly, taking care not to bump her wounded arm. “You’re a good lad, Alan of Trebond,” he whispered. “You give an old man hope.” “Nonsense,” Alanna growled, pleased and embarrassed by the unexpected praise. “You aren’t that old. And I’m not that good a lad.
It occurred to Keth for the first time that perhaps magic wasn’t simply a matter of fires, lightning, and power in the air, if spoken words could also create such a transformation.
Why do boys say someone acts like a girl as if it were an insult?” Alanna shook her head, smiling a little. In the three years she had been disguised as a boy, she had learned that boys know girls as little as girls know boys. It didn’t make sense – people are people, after all, she thought – but that was how things were.
You can smack some people in the face with a haddock and they’ll still call it a mouse if a mouse is what they want to see.
He knows about things like betrayal, and being afraid, and the looks on people’s faces when they know you did something they thought impossible.
They are sparkly,” Nawat said. “The griffins shed them. I thought if I brought you a present that was made of discarded things, no one would punish you for having them.
If thanks was what I wanted,” Sandry replied in the same language, “I would be sad indeed. Since I don’t want it, I won’t miss it.
Beneath her calm exterior she wished fiercely that she could pound the meanness out of Joren. Even as she thought it, she knew she would do better to ignore him. Water, she thought, collecting her staff from the shed where it was kept. I am a summer lake on a windless day, clear, cool, and still. Joren is a cloud. All he can do is cast a shadow on my surface. I’ll be here long after he’s gone.
No one asks to live in squalor, Tris. It is just that squalor is all that is left to them by those who have money.
People are jackals, always willing to feed off someone else’s kill.
It was like trying to balance on a pair of knife blades. Who had thought of this mad form of travel in the first place? And why had no one locked them up before they passed their dangerous ideas on to others?
You come from a race that spends more time murdering your own kind than do all the immortals put together, yet you insist you are better than us.