(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.
I've found it wise to enjoy any time of truce, while recognizing it for what it is. A truce.
They were like two pieces of a failed star, drawn together by a shared history and a memory of illicit kisses.
Crow walked toward her, arms outstretched like a man in a dream, which he was, in a way. Sometimes a dream is enough.
He swept Raisa up into his arms and kissed her like it was his first, last, and only
The human mind had a remarkable ability both to discount what it sees and make reality conform to expectation.
She padded toward Han, barefoot, like a faerie startled out of a forest bower, bewitching mix of clan and flatland beauty.
Oh, I am getting married," Raisa said sleepily. "You promised me that if I agreed to marry you, that you would make it happen." She extended her hand, the one with the ring Han had given her, and waved it under his nose. "So. It's time to pay up.
The next chamber is full of songbirds, if I remember right. Their music is like turtleweed. It will put you to sleep if you listen to it. They sleep most of the time, so the best thing is to pass through without waking them up. If they do awaken, then you must sing loud enough to drown out their music." "Great," Han said. "Whose idea was that?" "It seemed like a good idea at the time," Crow said. "I was an excellent singer.
What kind of love would drive a man for miles through solid rock?
Crow paced back and forth, his form flickering like flame. "It's been a thousand years, Alister. I never intended for anyone to find it, so it's very well protected. One little misstep, and you and my line will be history." "Since when are you so concerned about your line?" Han said. Crow stared at him for a long moment. "Since I found out I had one.
As for my family, my father was Danel; he died as a mercenary in the southern wars," Han went on. "My mother's name was Sarah, called Sali, and my sister was Mari. They died last summer. But then, you already knew that. Every time you forget, I'll remind you. That's the blood sacrifice I made to be here, and that's enough.
Han made no effort to put up a brave front. Most of the time he just screamed himself hoarse, though a couple of times he amused himself by screaming Fionas's name as if he were in the throes of passion. FEEE-OHHH-NAAA! Lord Bayar made him pay for that, but afterward, Fiona didn't come down anymore, which Han appreciated.
I like rough edges. That's what makes a person real.
I have to think it's possible to suffer a great wrong and walk away from it. To build a life of small, exquisitely important moments.
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.
Just because you're the enemy of my enemy don't mean you're my friend, Han thought.
The only way to get what you want is to make them more afraid of you than they are of each other.
Haven't you heard about me?" he said, with a tight smile. "I'm really a very dangerous person." And he did look dangerous until he said, "Look, could you watch Dog for me while I'm gone? I can't take him where I'm going.
You look like a boy who has eaten the fruit of the tree of knowledge and doesn't like the taste.
But I don't want your throne." "Then what do you want?" "You.
History,' Mari muttered, as if she'd overheard his thoughts. 'Why do we need to know what happened before we were born?' 'So hopefully we get smarter and don't make the same mistakes again.
I continue to believe in miracles. But i know that miracles come to those who work very hard
There's something about a roof isn't there? It makes you feel like it doesn't matter what's going on below. All of those things that get in the way of your dreams - you're above them. Anything is possible.