“The shrine I prayed at not to go to university,” Sand said. “I guess your prayer was answered,” Perrotte said. Sand strongly considered throwing something at her—but there was nothing to hand that wasn’t sacred.” — Merrie Haskell Copy Share Image
“Saint Melor’s father was Saint Meliau.” “Was everyone in Bertaèyn a saint, back in the day?” “Everyone who didn’t murder anyone, maybe,” Perrotte said.” — Merrie Haskell Copy Share Image
“An uncomfortable marriage can not bear the strain of the death of a beloved donkey.” — Merrie Haskell Copy Share Image
“I asked him: Why didn’t you just tell me? He said: ‘If I tell you, you’ll just forget at some critical point. If you… — Merrie Haskell Copy Share Image
“Did I never explain to you about love, Reva?' Pa asked. I gave him a look, and he laughed uncomfortably. 'I guess not. Let… — Merrie Haskell Copy Share Image
“The truth is . . . Well, the truth is the truth, and thus worth telling, but sometimes truths are so complicated that it’s… — Merrie Haskell Copy Share Image
“Are you suggesting we eat cursed fruit? Vicious fruit? Attacking fruit?” — Merrie Haskell Copy Share Image
“I held in the sneeze, though, by thinking of the word cucumber. It always works.” — Merrie Haskell Copy Share Image
“I’m alive,” he groaned. “But I’m not doing a very good job of it.” — Merrie Haskell Copy Share Image
“The magical force that had sundered everything in the castle had occasionally made some very odd choices in its destruction—Sand found a hammer that… — Merrie Haskell Copy Share Image
“A falcon. I can see that. I thought you said nothing lived here?” Sand’s face went blank. “There was nothing alive, except for me,… — Merrie Haskell Copy Share Image
