“Cansrel, her beautiful monster father. Monsters in the Dells came from monsters. A monster could breed with a non-monster of its species—her mother had not been a monster—but the progeny was always monstrous. Cansrel had had glittery silver hair with… — 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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
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
“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
“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
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
“Como no te has dado cuenta de que tus ojos me atrapan igual que te ocurre a ti con los míos” — Kristin Cashore Copy Share
I've been afraid of being Cansrel,' she said aloud to her reflection. 'But I'm not Cansrel.' At her elbow, Musa said blandly, 'Any one… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share
Find something useful to do with your morning,' she thought to him as she neared her chambers. 'Do something heroic in front of an… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share
