Great seas," he said. "What do you want?" He held the candle up to her face. "Po, what do you want?" "She… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
At least her last words to him had been words of love. But she wished she'd told him just how much she… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
It made Fire so angry, the thought of such a medicine, a violence done to herself to stop her from creating anything… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
Maybe it was for the best that she'd been so foolish, for if she'd known how hard this would be, perhaps she… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
Some people had too much power and too much cruelty to live. Some people were too horrible, no matter if you loved… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
Raff, what have you done to yourself? Your hair is positively blue. — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
“Back onto their horses, and shortly thereafter word had come around from the command units that any soldier brawling over any matter relating to… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
“The girls clipped and swept, and Katsa’s hair fell away. She thrilled at the unfamiliar chill of air on her neck. And wondered if… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
“Raffin appeared again, a floor above her, on the balconied passageway that ran past his workrooms. He leaned over the railing and called down… — Kristin cashore Copy Share Image
“When you’re a monster, she thought, you are thanked and praised for not behaving like a monster. She would like to restrain from cruelty… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
“She glanced up at him, and in that moment he pulled his wet shirt over his head. She forced her mind blank. Blank as… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
“She had thought she'd already reached her capacity for pain and had no room inside her for more. But she remembered having told Archer… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
“He thinks it's dangerous for us to leave each other so much freedom and make these vague plans to travel together in the future,… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
Ideas were growing in all directions and dimensions; they were becoming a sculpture, or a castle. And then everyone left her, to return to… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
“Papa?” she said, turning in circles now, spinning to look at each of the entrances. “Do you mean Papa? Where?” He came through an… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
“He decided to mark this new era in his life with a change of his foolish, sentimental name. The people of this land had… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
I know you don't want this, Katsa. But I can't help myself. The moment you came barreling into my life I was lost. I'm… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
