I always knew it was ill-fated, but he truly believed I would be his bride. I guess I'd never realized that before. He had taken my mucker hand and looked at my mottled face and believed we would wed. And he hadn't seemed sorry. In fact, he'd swooped me up in a corridor and kissed me. That set me to crying.
Shannon HaleNo matter that we could be beheaded for this,โ said Esa. โHeads are overrated.โ โYes, they are so unfashionable,โ said Miri, imitating an Aslandian accent. โThis spring, ladies of style are wearing their feathers in their necks.
Shannon HaleIn some ways, I donโt feel as if I had a choice. Looking back at my childhood, even before I could read and write, I was making up stories. I love reading and I love telling stories, and the times in my life when Iโve tried to ignore that part of me, Iโve gone a little crazy. Characters start tugging on my sleeves, words start haunting me, and I feel generally unsatisfied. Really, being a writer sounds more like a mental illness than a professional choice.
Shannon HaleWill you accompany me in this dance?โ he said, bowing and holding out his hand. โNo, thank you.โ Miri smiled. The prince frowned and looked and the chief delegate as if for assistance. Miri laughed self consciously. โI, uh, I was teasing.
Shannon HaleFinn always called it Enna's Stream. He tended to refer to most anything as belonging to her--Enna's Meadow, Enna's Mountain. When he referred to Yasid as Enna's Kingdom, she said, "Isn't that your heart?" Finn smiled and kissed her hand. Isi rolled her eyes. "Oh you two are impossible." Enna laughed. "This coming from the girl who calls her husband 'sweet little bunny boy'?" Isi blushed. "That was just once.
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