Han spotted a child‟s homespun dolly in the ditch, pressed into the mud. He reined in, meaning to climb down and fetch it so he could clean it up for his little sister. Then he remembered that Mari was dead… — Cinda Williams Chima Copy Share Image
“Grief was like that. It gradually faded into a dull ache, until some simple sight or sound or scent hit him like a hammer blow.” — 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
