“Would it help perhaps if I told you that, had your father returned to me alone, I would have sent him on his way unharmed?” “You would!” I said; it was half a shriek. “You mean that I came here… — 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 slightly sticky plaster-dust. (Housecleaners in that country earned unusually good wages.) If you lived in that country, you had to de-scale your kettle of its encrustation of magic at least once a week, because if you… — Robin McKinley Copy Share
“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
“[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 ringlets gently and tell her what a pretty little girl she was. She would stare at this sort of grown-up and say, “I am not pretty. I am intelligent. And brave.” The grown-ups usually thought this… — Robin McKinley Copy Share
“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