Cinda Williams Chima Quotes

You didn't have to go to the fireworks with him. Or - or let him fondle you." "Fondle?" Raisa raised her eyebrows, "When did I mention fondling?

Just remember who you are... The world will try to change you into someone else. Don't let them. That's the best advice anyone can give you.

Nobody's going to hand you anything. You don't get what you don't go after.

Will you give the girl to me?" she said. "Will you let me try?" He nodded, dizzy with relief. "Please, Willo. Please. Save her. It doesn't matter...what happens to me.

It was a peculiar marriage of interests- Lord Averill and Captain Byrne and Lord Bayar and Han Alister agreeing on anything was as rare as gold in Ragmarket.

Don't expect much and you won't be disappointed.

Which is a sad thing when you're only seventeen.

Plus he was naturally lucky at cards. As Mam had always said, lucky at cards, or lucky at life. One or the other. Not both.

I need to go to parties, Raisa mused, so I don't think so much.

For Hanalea the Warrior!

The only way to get what you want is to make them more afraid of you than they are of each other.

You do not respond to an attempt on your life with a slap on the hand. Or a joke.

Falling in love was like falling off a cliff. It felt pretty much like flying until you hit the ground.

You touch me again, you arrogant Ardenine swine, and I swear on the blood of Hanalea the warrior, I will geld you. Do you understand?

Did the destruction of one dream leave a vacuum that required filling with another? Is a broken heart more vulnerable?

Crow walked toward her, arms outstretched like a man in a dream, which he was, in a way. Sometimes a dream is enough.

She had never felt more alive than when she lay dying in Han Alister's arms.

You couldn’t keep your mouth shut? I’m calling you Glitterhair from now on. Or Talksalot.

The human mind had a remarkable ability both to discount what it sees and make reality conform to expectation.

What kind of love would drive a man for miles through solid rock?

(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 a threat to others.

He swept Raisa up into his arms and kissed her like it was his first, last, and only

I've found it wise to enjoy any time of truce, while recognizing it for what it is. A truce.

That's what happens when you love someone... you notice and notice and notice.

You look like a boy who has eaten the fruit of the tree of knowledge and doesn't like the taste.

She padded toward Han, barefoot, like a faerie startled out of a forest bower, bewitching mix of clan and flatland beauty.

They were like two pieces of a failed star, drawn together by a shared history and a memory of illicit kisses.

But I don't want your throne." "Then what do you want?" "You.

Hope is a dangerous thing, Raisa thought. Once kindled, it's hard to put out. It makes wise people into fools.

He keeps this up, he's bound to be caught, she thought. And this time they'll dangle him for certain.

The time will come when you will be forced to make a choice,” Hanalea said. “When that time comes, choose love.

It was one of the warm nights at the end of summer that makes promises that won't be kept.

But it's not enough to know right from wrong. You need the strength to do what's right, even when what you want most in the world is the wrong thing.

I have lost everything, Han thought. Then he corrected himself. Every time I think I’ve lost everything, I find there’s still something else to lose.

Sometimes you have to go somewhere else to appreciate what we have here.

Her clothes still smoked from the wizard’s assault. But to him, she always smelled of flowers.

He expects nothing, she thought, because he's never had anything. And nothing was expected of him. He was free in a way she never would be.

So you questioned him?" Raisa prompted. "What did he say for himself?" "Well, the first thing Gillen does is steal his purse and beat him with a club." Amon said.

The answer is no, I would rather marry the Demon King himself than marry you. I suggest you look elsewhere for a bride. And heaven help the one you choose.

Just a rat, she repeated to herself. After all, there were rats in the palace. Human and otherwise. Could be worse.

Why aren't you dead?" Will demanded.

Well now, Jack," Hastings said from the sidelines. "I'm afraid you've been beheaded. Not a good start." He sounded amused.

And they always slept better with blades beneath their beds.

He's not lazy. He's just highly inefficient.

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 - until he remembered that he was the commander.

Jason felt humiliated and frustrated. Rejected by a rock.

How'd it go with Leesha?" "It was great! We were bad cop and bad cop!

Do not forget duty. But choose love when you can.

Both Averill and Bayar were like actors speaking lines for their audience and not to each other.

A fiction writer is never entirely alone. Her characters are constantly whispering in her ear.