You know,” he said, “I wish you could see this cave.” “What’s it like?” He paused. “It’s...beautiful, really.” “Tell me.” And so… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
He made her drunk, this man made her drunk; and every time his eyes flashed into hers she could not breathe. — 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.… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
“And then, with all her might, she focused her attention on the back of Po's head and screamed his name, inside her… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
They seemed no closer to the tops of the peaks that rose before them. It was only by looking back, to the… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
“When she came back minutes later with a great, fat, skinned rabbit, Po had built a fire. The flames cast orange light… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
“Uncle," she said. "Let me explain what will happen the instant one of your men makes a move toward me. Let's say,… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
That was what they did with themselves, those two Gracelings, along with a small band of friends: They stirred up trouble on… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
“why would he try to ruin something so beautiful? What is the world he was trying, and failing to create? What is… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
“I can't know your feelings", he said ,"if you don't know them yourself.” — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
A man who fights you as he does is no better than an opportunist and no worse than a thug. — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
“Then he laughed, and the sound was a comfort to her, and she fought against the and silver lights that shown in… — Kristin Chashore Copy Share Image
“But that's how memory works," Bitterblue said quietly. "Things disappear without your permission, then come back again without your permission." And sometimes… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
“What? What are you grinning about?" "Its meant to be attractive to my wife." "You have a wife?" "Great seas no! Honestly,… — Kristen Cashore Copy Share Image
