“It seemed to Kestrel that her life had taken the shape of a folded knife, her heart a blade inside a body of wood.” — Marie Rutkoski Copy Share Image
Of course having a baby derails the writing process for some time. And I will be the first to say that I have essentially no social life, because there's just nothing left after being a mom, professor, and writer. I… — Marie Rutkoski Copy Share Image
“They had been dreamers. Her father always said that this was why they had been easy to conquer.” — Marie Rutkoski Copy Share Image
Whether we think of Disney's blonde beauty and her pumpkin carriage or Marissa Meyer's recent recasting of 'Cinderella' as a cyborg in the young… — Marie Rutkoski Copy Share Image
“For a while there was no other sound than the liquid whisper of my brush across paper, and as I painted,I thought about how… — Marie Rutkoski Copy Share Image
“There it was again. That look, livid with hidden things. A secret. 'What is it, Kestrel? Tell me what's wrong.” — Marie Rutkoski Copy Share Image
“An emotion clamped down on her heart. It squeezed her into a terrible silence. But he said nothing after that, only her name, as… — Marie Rutkoski Copy Share Image
I love seeing a story evolve over several books and watching characters develop. — Marie Rutkoski Copy Share Image
“I can't - Kestrel, you must understand that I would never claim you. Calling you a prize - my prize - it was only… — Marie Rutkoski Copy Share Image
“Tch. Lovely lady, won’t you hear my plan? It is the very best. You’ll like it. Here it is: I am waiting.” “Sunbathing.” “Waiting,… — Marie Rutkoski Copy Share Image
“Kestrel's eyes slipped shut. She faded in and out of sleep. When Arin spoke again, she wasn't sure whether he expected her to to… — Marie Rutkoski Copy Share Image
For many, many years, I thought that I wasn't good enough or that I would never be able to create something that could touch… — Marie Rutkoski Copy Share Image
