Cinda Williams Chima (born 1952) is a New York Times bestselling author of young adult fantasy, best known for The Heir Chronicles, The Seven Realms and The Shattered Realm series.
He swept Raisa up into his arms and kissed her like it was his first, last, and only
I like rough edges. That's what makes a person real.
(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.
More and more, there were no revelations, but simply the uncovering of truths long known but dimly remembered. Everything had been written long ago. There was nothing truly new in the world, but only the slow, circular march of time that revealed the old things once again.
The human mind had a remarkable ability both to discount what it sees and make reality conform to expectation.
Which is a sad thing when you're only seventeen.
Just because you're the enemy of my enemy don't mean you're my friend, Han thought.
Weird is good, strange is bad.
Ellen could have killed me," Jack said quietly, "but she didn't. She saved my life. " "How come?" Fitch demanded. "After all this?" Ellen turned scarlet and stared at the ground. "Maybe none of my opponents ever gave me flowers before," she mumbled.
I'd rather have a go at life, so there's something to talk about once we're gone.
The bluejacket girlie rode like a clan warrior, but there was no way she'd escape. It was a private life-and-death contest that had nothing to do with him. He told himself he should ride on, grateful that the chase would keep them occupied while he took a different path. But what had he told Rebecca when she'd asked what he meant to do when he returned to the Fells? 'I'm tired of people in power picking on the weak. I'm going to help them.
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?
He would find a way to make it work, because he finally understood that sometimes you have to raise your expectations. And sometimes you need to make a claim on the world and the people you love to get what you most desire
Like a stand of lodgepole pines in a gale Raisa's followers all went down leaving her standing alone. . . . There's no shelter for me not from any of this. I'll stand alone the rest of my life. THE GRAY WOLF THRONE p. 163
I live in the present because the future is always chancy. When it comes to being with you, I'm willing to take the risk.
Nobody's going to hand you anything. You don't get what you don't go after.
Did the destruction of one dream leave a vacuum that required filling with another? Is a broken heart more vulnerable?
Han spotted a child‟s homespun dolly in the ditch, pressed into the mud. He reined in, meaning to climb down and fetch it so he could clean it up for his little sister. Then he remembered that Mari was dead and had no need of dollies anymore. Grief was like that. It gradually faded into a dull ache, until some simple sight or sound or scent hit him like a hammer blow.
What kind of love would drive a man for miles through solid rock?
But maybe it's better to go after something, and not get it, than to not even try.