Quotes by Cinda Williams Chima

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

So heres the truth - I love you. I love everything about you – the way you stick up for people even when it costs you. The way you keep trying to do the right thing even when youre not exactly sure what the right thing is. I love how you put words together. Youre as skilled with words as any knife fighter with a blade. You can put an enemy down on his back, or you can raise people up so they find whats best in themselves. Youve changed my life. Youve given me the words I need to become whatever I want.. You dont talk down to them. You respect them, and anybody can tell youre actually interested in what they have to say.I love the way you ride a horse – how you stick there like an upland thistle, whooping like a Demonai. I love the way you throw back your head and stomp your feet when you dance. I love how you go after what you want – whether its kisses or a queendom.I love your skin, like copper dusted over with gold. And your eyes – theyre the color of a forest lake shaded by evergreens. One of the secret places that only the Demonai know about.I love the scent of you – when youve been out in the fresh air, and that perfume you put behind your ears sometimes.Believe it or not, I even love your road smell – of sweat and horses and leather and wool.I want to breathe you in for the rest of my life.

His name was Theo.

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 - Im tutoring him.She is, Han said solemnly. Shes very good. Im learning a lot.Pearlie snickered. Whats she teaching you?Well, Han said, were jumping around a lot.

You didnt have to go to the fireworks with him. Or - or let him fondle you.Fondle? Raisa raised her eyebrows, When did I mention fondling?

Matelon gripped both her hands. “We are soldiers,” he said. “We are not game pieces on a board. Don’t let them play us. Give this thing a chance.”Lyss gently pulled free. “You’re wrong, Captain,” she said. “We never had a chance. At the end of the day, that is all that we are—game pieces. If you don’t know that by now, you soon will.

The northern soldiers are just men,” Hal told the men in his command. “And women,” he amended. “When you cut them, they bleed, just like us.

Even when we win, we lose, Lyss thought.

Did the destruction of one dream leave a vacuum that required filling with another? Is a broken heart more vulnerable?

Knowledge is power. In the wrong hands, knowledge is trouble.

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?

Allison was at full strength when it came to one thing:attitude.

Surround yourselves with trustworthy people. If you dont, all the weaponry and tactics in the world cant save you.

His father always treated him as if he were capable of great things. Which made him want to accomplish great things.

Tears stung her eyes. She sank her knees next to the sleeping bench and gently raked strands of golden hair from him forehead.Dont you die. dont you dare. I forbid it. As if Han Alister had ever listened to anything she said.

If he even survives. She shivered, and Amon put his arm around her, drawing her into his steady warmth.Its that bad?Raisa nodded. He looked...he looked awful, Amon. Willo doesnt know if hell...Shes worried about him. My mother died, and I never got to tell her that I loved her, that I finally understood - just a little anyway. If Han dies too, I dont know what Ill do.

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.

Do notforget duty. But choose love when you can.

Its true what they say, then-history is written by the victors.

Please, Kenzie, Jonah thought. Please, please, please back off from this. His life wasnt much, but it was all he had, this small safe space, walled in by secrets.