...and again she wished for Sherwood, and the dappled roof of leaves that never weighed upon her. She pulled her scarf closer… — Robin McKinley Copy Share Image
Mathin said: "It is best to take your opponent's sash. The kysin mark each blow dealt, but to cut off the other… — Robin McKinley Copy Share Image
...My friend, there are some things that I cannot tell you. Some I will tell you in time; some, others will tell… — Robin McKinley Copy Share Image
It doesn't matter if I'm only to be gone four days, as in this case; I take six months' supply of reading… — Robin McKinley Copy Share Image
She poured the water, arranged some bread near enough the embers to scorch but not catch fire, and looked up at Little… — Robin McKinley Copy Share Image
And none at all has ridden at the king's side since Aerinha, goddess of honor and flame, first taught men to forge… — Robin McKinley Copy Share Image
She, too, spoke only when the queen or king addressed her first, but she looked searchingly at every supplicant, and her clear… — Robin McKinley Copy Share Image
When you write your first novel you don't really know what you're doing. There may be writers out there who are brilliant,… — Robin McKinley Copy Share Image
It's hard to look too grand when you're led by someone who looks like a pudding with legs. — Robin McKinley Copy Share Image
“The most serious drawback to the telling-nothing approach is that it made that much more of a mystery of what had happened, and the… — Robin McKinley Copy Share Image
The magic in that country was so thick and tenacious that it settled over the land like chalk-dust and over floors and shelves like… — Robin McKinley Copy Share Image
“There was something very odd about the carpet this morning… More hedgehogs? Many more hedgehogs? Positively a lake of hedgehogs?” — Robin McKinley Copy Share Image
People forgot; it was in the nature of people to forget, to blur boundaries, to retell stories to come out the way they wanted… — Robin McKinley Copy Share Image
“But he hated to see his people people unhappy--because he was a good king, not because he was a nervous one--” — Robin McKinley Copy Share Image
“[the sheep] sidled up beside him and bumped him lovingly with its head. Val looked at it sadly. "I am sorry, you ugly creature,"… — Robin McKinley Copy Share Image
“Rosie hated her curly golden hair. When she was old enough to hold minimal conversations, the itsy-bitsy-cutesycoo sort of grown-ups would pull the soft… — Robin McKinley Copy Share Image
“There was, too, a reality to her new life that her old life had lacked, and she realized with a shock that she had… — Robin McKinley Copy Share Image
Oh,' she said, too bone-weary to pretend: 'I would far rather that I love you as I saw yesterday I do than that I… — Robin McKinley Copy Share Image
