“D'Orsay's voice was cold. "Sponsors, control your warriors." Hastings gave an almost imperceptable shrug. His warrior was upright only through the grace of his opponent. Wylie, on the other hand, was in Ellen's face immediately. "What's the matter with you?"… — 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
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
Just because you're the enemy of my enemy don't mean you're my friend, Han thought. — Cinda Williams Chima Copy Share
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
Admit nothing - that was his first rule. Appeal to logic - second rule. Delay the inevitable - third rule. — Cinda Williams Chima Copy Share
(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
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
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
“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
“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
A fiction writer is never entirely alone. Her characters are constantly whispering in her ear. — Cinda Williams Chima Copy Share
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
“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
