Cinda Williams Chima Quotes

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

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

But maybe it's better to go after something, and not get it, than to not even try.

And, like a fool, she kissed him back. Kissed him a way that would leave no doubt about the way she felt about him. Kissed him because she knew the chances were slim she'd have very many kisses like that in her lifetime. Which is a sad thing when you're only seventeen.

Whoa, Rebecca," Talia said smiling even wider, "Walking on the wild side, are we?" Raisa seemed to think the situation needed more explaining. "He - uh - I'm tutoring him." "She is," Han said solemnly. "She's very good. I'm learning a lot." Pearlie snickered. "What's she teaching you?" "Well," Han said, "we're jumping around a lot.

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

His aster-blue eyes shown out from a face blackened by bruises and soot, his fair hair glittering in the firelight. Dressed all in black, silhouetted against flame, he looked rather like a demon, raised from the dead, trading for souls on the other side.

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

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

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

I like rough edges. That's what makes a person real.

Leicester stared fixedly at the image before him, the color bleached from his face by its brilliance. Seph sensed the headmaster's mind questing out, trying to discover and destroy the wizard behind the image, but finding nothing, no trail of magic, no stone, no flesh and blood to focus on. Jason Haley, the puppeteer, was safely ensconced in the gallery above.

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

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 live in the present because the future is always chancy. When it comes to being with you, I'm willing to take the risk.

Well, I believe she went in to rescue some Raggers from the pits,” Cuffs said. “She wasn’t all that specific.” “She went in to rescue — why would she do that?” Amon gripped the ironwork, studying the streetlord’s face. Was he lying? And if so, what was the purpose? “Guess she’s kind of taken with us,” Cuffs said. “You know, the glamor of the gang life and all. Getting beat up every other day, arrested for crimes you didn’t commit, long nights in gaol, sleeping in the cold and wet. It’s...seductive.” He raised an eyebrow.

Just because you're the enemy of my enemy don't mean you're my friend, Han thought.

Raisa felt relieved, yet oddly disappointed. She was the blooded princess heir, yet in servants' clothes she was apparently unrecognizable. In the stories, rulers had a natural presence about them that identified them as such, even dressed in rags. What's the nature of royalty, she wondered. Is it like a gown you put on that disappears when you take it off? Does anyone look beyond the finery? Could anyone in the queendom take her place, given the right accessories? If so, it was contrary to everything she'd ever been taught about bloodlines.

(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 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.

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.

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

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

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

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

Fitch is on his way. He's coming after he blows up some wizards.

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.

Why aren't you dead?" Will demanded.

Jason felt humiliated and frustrated. Rejected by a rock.

For Hanalea the Warrior!

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

We may all end up dead, but we're sticking it to them in the meantime.

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

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

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.

Jason settled back on the bench. 'I hate to break this to you, but as a rule, wizards are nasty people. They're powerful, capricious, ruthless, egotistical, used to getting their own way. That's being kind.

Just tell me you don't love me, and I'll let the matter drop." "What?" "What I said. Just say, 'Rai, I don't love you and I never will'. It's that simple." "Raisa, this is getting us nowhere." "Say it!

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

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?

I continue to believe in miracles. But i know that miracles come to those who work very hard

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

Weird is good, strange is bad.

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.

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.

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

I'd rather have a go at life, so there's something to talk about once we're gone.

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

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.