“rest of the court, to watch the Golden Plays?” “I can’t. Tomorrow is dress rehearsal for the Treaty Eve concert.” — Rachel Hartman Copy Share Image
“A feeling rose in me, and I just let it, because what harm could it do? It only had another thirty-two adagio bars of… — Rachel Hartman Copy Share Image
Sometimes the truth has difficulty breaching the city walls of our beliefs. A lie, dressed in the correct livery, passes through more easily. — Rachel Hartman Copy Share Image
I barely noticed loneliness anymore; it was my normal condition, by necessity if not by nature. — Rachel Hartman Copy Share Image
“It's such a relief after all these years to learn that you recovered from your fright," he said in a low voice, giving my… — Rachel Hartman Copy Share Image
“There are melodies that speak as eloquently as words, that flow logically and inevitably from a single, pure emotion.” — Rachel Hartman Copy Share Image
“Sir James waved a gnarled hand. "They're nothing but feral file clerks, dragons. They used to alphabetize the coins in their hoards.” — Rachel Hartman Copy Share Image
“He didn’t wear his heart on his sleeve, exactly, but he did keep it in a place where I could see it.” — Rachel Hartman Copy Share Image
“I’m attracting small children,” Orma muttered, twisting his hat in his hands. “Shoo it away, will you?” — Rachel Hartman Copy Share Image
“I heard you, sought you, and have found you. I have reached for you, across space and sense and the laws of nature. I… — Rachel Hartman Copy Share Image
“I saw the void beneath the surface of the world; it threatened to pull me under.” — Rachel Hartman Copy Share Image
“Art is a conversation we are all invited to and are all worthy to participate in. Yes, great works can be intimidating, but no… — Rachel Hartman Copy Share Image
The twin gods, Necessity and Chance, walked among the stars. What needed to be, was; what might be, sometimes was. — Rachel Hartman Copy Share Image
“Ah, I could last a long time on those smiles. I would sow and reap them like wheat.” — Rachel Hartman Copy Share Image
“Who will kiss you? Who will rock you to sleep?" His voice was slow, drowsy. "You never did," I said, trying to tease him.… — Rachel Hartman Copy Share Image
“He was impugning my virtue. I ought to have been offended, but for some reason the idea tickled me. That could be my next… — Rachel Hartman Copy Share Image
