“abuelita speaks no english. she doesn't need to, zoe thinks. her smile fills and communicates so much more than the empty, half-said… — Mary E. Pearson Life Copy Share Image
“I would never betray Venda.” “Sometimes we’re all pushed to do things we thought we could never do.” — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
“If I had been shipped off to Dalbreck, there are valuable things I never would have learned.” — Mary E. Pearson Fantasy Copy Share Image
“A choir of pink-cheeked boys lift their voices as a priest seems to pull the music from their throats with the urging… — Mary E. Pearson Choir Copy Share Image
“Ethan knows more about himself than he ever wanted to know, and I know less than I should.” — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
Whatever you choose for your stationery is your favorite color because it's where you pour your heart out. — Mary E. Pearson Color Copy Share Image
When your life has had few events to occupy it, it's amazing how a simple encounter can seem like an entire three-act… — Mary E. Pearson Encounter Copy Share Image
“I see Jenna, smiling, chattering. And failing. When you are perfect, is there anywhere else to go?” — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
But remember, child, we may all have our own story and destiny, and sometimes our seemingly bad fortune, but we're all part… — Mary E. Pearson Bad fortune Copy Share Image
“Choice I needed it like I needed air. Bit no one could hear me. No one could listen. No words. No sound.… — Mary E. Pearson Choice Copy Share Image
Boredom reigns on all levels. The rain is a welcome change. I have seen the pond swell and the creek surge. I… — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
“I play the if game too, Tavish. It´s practically a hobby of mine, but I´ve found it´s a game of endless possibilities… — Mary E. Pearson Endless possibilities Copy Share Image
“I see only reminders that nothing lasts forever, not even greatness.” “Some things last.” I faced him. “Really? And just what would… — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
You've always been two people. The Jenna who wants to please and the Jenna who secretly resents in. They won't break, you… — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
“Of course you did." I took a step closer. "You have strengths, Tavish, that I greatly admire. You're skills helped saved Rafe's… — Mary E. Pearson Gentle Copy Share Image
Chance. It weaves through our lives like a golden thread, sometimes knotting, tangling, and breaking along the way. Loose threads are left… — Mary E. Pearson Chance Copy Share Image
Pieces. Isn't that what all of life is anyway? Shards. Bits. Moments. Am I less because I have fewer, or do the… — Mary E. Pearson Life Copy Share Image
There is something about her eyes. Eyes don't breathe. I know that much. But hers look breathless. — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
Where we are going, I don't know. It doesn't seem to be the place that is important but the steps in between. — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
Maybe there was no one way to define it. Maybe there were as many shades of love as the blues of the… — Mary E. Pearson Love Copy Share Image
Maybe we all have a dark place inside of us, a place where dark thoughts and darker dreams live, but it doesn't… — Mary E. Pearson Dark Copy Share Image
“...'cause only the Lord knows the heart of a man. ain't our job to be second-guessing. ” — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
Are the details of our lives who we are, or is it owning those details that makes the difference? — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
There are all kinds of friends you make in life... But there's something different about someone who spreads their wings with you. — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
“except for the muffled strum of her fingers against metal, the house is still, quiet, but then she hears another sound, this… — Mary E. Pearson Psychology Copy Share Image
Pieces. A bit for someone here. A bit there. And sometimes they don't add up to anything whole. But you are so… — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
“If ever there were three mismatched riders, it was us- the crown prince of Dalbreck, the Assassin of Venda, and the fugitive… — Mary E. Pearson Children Copy Share Image
“Seeing Malich dead was suddenly a very small victory. The satisfaction trickled away, like his blood across the floor. His death only… — Mary E. Pearson Death Copy Share Image
