A book that bores me to tears is a book that neglects character building and quality of prose.

Would you please do me the honor of telling me WHAT THE BLAZES IS GOING ON?

It made Fire so angry, the thought of such a medicine, a violence done to herself to stop her from creating anything like herself. And what was the purpose of these eyes, this impossible face, the softness and the curves of this body, the strength of this mind; what was the point, if none of the men who desired her were to give her any babies, and all it ever brought her was grief? What was the purpose of a woman monster?

He held up a finger and went to the hallway, where he tripped over Blotchy, and then over the two monster cats madly pursuing Blotchy. Swearing, he leaned over the landing and called to the guard that unless the kingdom fell to war or his daughter was dying, he better not be interrupted until further notice.

You're in fine temper," Raffin said. "Your hair is blue," she snapped back.

I don’t often know who should read what book. It’s a little bit like trying to set people up on a date - a good match is unpredictable and mysterious.

Go safely. Go safely, she thought to him. what a silly, empty thing it was to say to anyone, anywhere.