“Things are or they are not, Vasya,” he interrupted. “If you want something, it means you do not have it, it means that you do not believe it is there, which means it will never be there. The fire is… — Katherine Arden Copy Share Image
“Go out into the world, traveler. See what the long nights and hard days feel like, after a week of them.” “Perhaps I will… — Katherine Arden Copy Share Image
“Sasha looked at his sister. He had never thought of her as girlish, but the last trace of softness was gone. The quick brain,… — Katherine Arden Copy Share Image
“The generals fought among themselves. Such times always bred masterless men, and everyone within the Horde’s reach suffered.” — Katherine Arden Copy Share Image
“The lamb came forth at last, draggled and spindly, black as a dead tree in the rain.” — Katherine Arden Copy Share Image
“Every time you take one path, you must live with the memory of the other: of a life left unchosen.” — Katherine Arden Copy Share Image
“Perhaps I am not so wise as you would have me, for all my years in this world. I do not know what you… — Katherine Arden Copy Share Image
“The brave live,” replied Morozko. “The cowards die in the snow. I did not know which you were.” — Katherine Arden Copy Share Image
“There was a time, not long ago When flowers grew all year When days were long And nights star-strewn And men lived free from… — Katherine Arden Copy Share Image
“Girls were happy to be married. Olga had glowed when her husband put a jewel on her finger and took her away. Maybe Vasya… — Katherine Arden Copy Share Image
“Am I a child? Always someone else must decide for me. But this I will decide for myself.” — Katherine Arden Copy Share Image
“I must be old, Pyotr thought to himself, if my son is being kind to me.” — Katherine Arden Copy Share Image
“We who live forever can know no courage, nor do we love enough to give our lives.” — Katherine Arden Copy Share Image
“The more one knows, the sooner one grows old,” Midnight returned cheerfully.” — Katherine Arden Copy Share Image
“In winter it is impossible to be still. Even sitting by the fire, one is watching the coals, stirring the soup, fighting - always… — Katherine Arden Copy Share Image
