Mercy was more frightening than murder, because it was harder. — Kristin Cashore Compassion Copy Share Image
And the kings were no better to their own people than they were to each others. — Kristin Cashore Kings Copy Share Image
“I don’t want you to do a thing unless you understand it.” — Kristin Cashore Learning Copy Share Image
“I know this is war, but the rest of us are trying to pretend it's a party.” — Kristin Cashore Funny Copy Share Image
A book that bores me to tears is a book that neglects character building and quality of prose. — Kristin Cashore Book Copy Share Image
This may be a thing you neither want nor need," she said. "But I'd rather you have it, wishing didn't, than not… — Kristin Cashore May Copy Share Image
How unjust then to meet that person you love, and be kept away from them only because ones bed is made of… — Kristin Cashore Bed Copy Share Image
Alone with Giddon again, Bitterblue considered him, rather liking the mud streaks on his face. He looked like a handsome sunken rowboat. — Kristin Cashore Faces Copy Share Image
In the saddle again, Fire mulled over the commander's trust, prodding it around, like a candy in her mouth, trying to decide… — Kristin Cashore Candy Copy Share Image
...when truths disappear, they leave behind blank spaces, and that is also dangerous. — Kristin Cashore Behinds Copy Share Image
I wouldn't marry Giddon to save my life," Katsa said. "Not even to save yours." "Well." Raffin's eyes were full of laughter.… — Kristin Cashore Eye Copy Share Image
He considered her seriously. "Well. And that's easy," he said. "My Grace will protect me from him, And I'll protect you. You'll… — Kristin Cashore Easy Copy Share Image
Bitterblue had never seen a man naked, and she was curious. She decided the universe owed her a few minutes, just a… — Kristin Cashore Curiosity Copy Share Image
“And then sudden pain, blinding and brilliant. Fire wrenched her head and fought against the healer, against Archer’s heavy strength. Her scarf… — Kristin Cashore Fire Copy Share Image
Danzhol. The one with the marriage proposal and the objections to the town charter in central Monsea. "Bacon," Bitterblue muttered. "Bacon!" she… — Kristin Cashore Charter Copy Share Image
“King Birn of Wester and King Drowden of Nander might form an alliance and pummel Estill’s army on the northern borders, but… — Kristin Cashore Work together Copy Share Image
“You're astonishing, Fire," he'd said. "You're a constant source of wonder to me. I'm never more happy than when I've made you… — Kristin Cashore Astonishing Copy Share Image
I've always been led to believe that the ultimate goal for an author is the movie deal. Now I understand that the… — Kristin Cashore Believe Copy Share Image
Sit, Your High Majestic Lord Princes," she said. She yanked a chair from the table and sat herself down. "You're in fine… — Kristin Cashore Blue Copy Share Image
“It was not a peaceful time in the Dells. In King’s City, young King Nash was clinging, with some desperation, to the… — Kristin Cashore King Copy Share Image
“Pain might escalate upward and, just when you thought you'd reached your limit, begin to spread sideways, and spill out, and touch… — Kristin Cashore Pain Copy Share Image
“hope you’re right, Mother, because I don’t care how highly you think of her. If she’s like Cansrel I’ll snap her neck.”… — Kristin Cashore Parenting Copy Share Image
“THERE WAS NO news. There were no letters. One monthly bleeding passed for Fire, with all its attendant aches and embarrassments. Everyone… — Kristin Cashore Archer Copy Share Image
“They sat on an outcropping of stone and ate bread and fruit. Katsa watched the long grass moving around them. The wind… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
“Archer was wild. “Will she be all right?” “Most certainly,” the healer said curtly, “if you will get out of my way… — Kristin Cashore Dead man Copy Share Image
“Fire smiled and sipped the bitter Dellian wine. She doubted that Brocker’s history would put her to sleep. All she knew about… — Kristin Cashore Military command Copy Share Image
She looked at him then, but his image blurred behind tears that swelled into her eyes. She must leave. She must leave… — Kristin Cashore Behinds Copy Share Image
“The Pikkians were the boat people from the land above the Dells, and it was true that they crossed the border sometimes… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
