You touch me again, you arrogant Ardenine swine, and I swear on the blood of Hanalea the warrior, I will geld you.… — Cinda Williams Chima Copy Share Image
As for my family, my father was Danel; he died as a mercenary in the southern wars," Han went on. "My mother's… — Cinda Williams Chima Copy Share Image
Leicester stared fixedly at the image before him, the color bleached from his face by its brilliance. Seph sensed the headmaster's mind… — Cinda Williams Chima Copy Share Image
She had never felt more alive than when she lay dying in Han Alister's arms. — Cinda Williams Chima Copy Share Image
Oh, I am getting married," Raisa said sleepily. "You promised me that if I agreed to marry you, that you would make it happen."… — Cinda Williams Chima Copy Share Image
Just because you're the enemy of my enemy don't mean you're my friend, Han thought. — Cinda Williams Chima Copy Share Image
You touch me again, you arrogant Ardenine swine, and I swear on the blood of Hanalea the warrior, I will geld you. Do you… — Cinda Williams Chima Copy Share Image
Admit nothing - that was his first rule. Appeal to logic - second rule. Delay the inevitable - third rule. — Cinda Williams Chima Copy Share Image
(A)ny time you buy weapons, or build an army, you begin to look for an excuse to use them. Plus, you pose more of… — Cinda Williams Chima Copy Share Image
If he even survives." She shivered, and Amon put his arm around her, drawing her into his steady warmth. "It's that bad?" Raisa nodded.… — Cinda Williams Chima Copy Share Image
Commander! Sir! Wake up!" Jack surfaced from sleep, wondering who the commander was and wishing he'd respond so he could go back to sleep… — Cinda Williams Chima Copy Share Image
“We don’t protect them because they’re weak. We protect them because they are strong, and strong people make enemies.” — Cinda Williams Chima Copy Share Image
“Ellen rose to her feet. Jack thought for a moment she was going to storm out. Instead, she picked up the pitcher of hot… — Cinda Williams Chima Copy Share Image
A fiction writer is never entirely alone. Her characters are constantly whispering in her ear. — Cinda Williams Chima Copy Share Image
History,' Mari muttered, as if she'd overheard his thoughts. 'Why do we need to know what happened before we were born?' 'So hopefully we… — Cinda Williams Chima Copy Share Image
“Han stroked her hair, shifting his body under her. “Why? What are you afraid of? Thieves or wizards?” “Both,” she said. “Is it because… — Cinda Williams Chima Copy Share Image
