Quotes by P.C. Cast

The question of what we are can only be answered by ourselves. We each decide what we are by the life choices we make. How we were made, who are parents are, where we are from, the color of our skin, who we choose to love, all those things do not define us. Our actions define us, and will keep defining us until even after death.

If I shot an arrow and thought about an ass, would it surprise you that I hit Erik? Stark asked me in a pleasant, nonchalant voice.

Zo, Im not a damn pussy!Erik, looking very tall and full-grown, kick-your-butt vampyre-like, snorted sarcastically and then said, No, youre a damn human. Wait, that does make you a pussy!

It was like staring into the face of a familiar stranger. You know, that person you see in a crowd and swear you know, but you really dont? Now she was me - the familiar stranger. She had my eyes. They were the same hazel color that could never decide whether it wanted to be green or brown, but my eyes had never been that big and round. Or had they? She had my hair - long and straight and almost as dark as my grandma’s had been before hers had begun to turn silver. The stranger had my high cheekbones, long, strong nose, and wide mouth - more features from my grandma and her Cherokee ancestors. But my face had never been that pale. I’d always been olive-ish, much darker skinned than anyone else in my family. But maybe it wasn’t that my skin was suddenly so white ... maybe it just looked pale in comparison to the dark blue outline of the crescent moon that was perfectly positioned in the middle of my forehead. Or maybe it was the horrid fluorescent lighting. I hoped it was the lighting. I stared at the exotic-looking tattoo. Mixed with my strong Cherokee features it seemed to brand me with a mark of wildness ... as if I belonged to ancient times when the world was bigger ... more barbaric. From this day on my life would never be the same. And for a moment — just an instant—I forgot about the horror of not belonging and felt a shocking burst of pleasure, while deep inside of me the blood of my grandmother’s people rejoiced.

Eww, Jack said, and then giggled. Yeah, and a Paris Hilton doll that had an optional brain.Aphrodite raised her brow at him. Dont go all crazy. There are some things even Paris Hilton cant buy.

A double-edged swordOne side destroysOne releasesI am your Gordian knotWill you release or destroy me?Follow truth and you shall:Find me on waterPurify me through fireTrapped by earth nevermoreAir will whisper to youWhat spirit already knows:That even shatteredanything is possibleIf you believeThen we shall both be free.

The dividing line forms-fashioned from:Dragons tearsMissed yearsOvercome fearsThe fire and ice paradoxSeen with True SightDarkness does not always equate to evilLight does not always bring good

People who are filled with hate dont know how to handle love.

He was chugging brown pop from a can Jack had handed him while he stuffed nacho cheese Doritos in his face. I was glad to see he looked lots better, almost completely like himself, which proves Doritos and brown pop really are health foods.

I waited for my thighs and butt to uncramp. Of course, they didnt know the loosening rule. They were screaming things like *Are you crazy? Do you know were thirty-five years old? Sit down and feed us a Twinkie!

Daughter, thats life: messy, confusing, heartbreaking, but wonderful. All any of us can do is to try to be ur best, and to learn from our mistakes, as well as our victories

The most important thing I came to tell you is that I want your oath that you will keep an open mind...about everything that may seem impossible.

Im here because shes here, and she belongs to me. ~Rephaim

I am not a bat. ~Rephaim

Darius held Stark back from launching himself at Neferet, and Duantia spoke quickly into the rising tension. Neferet, I think we can all agree that there are many unanswered questions about the tragedy that occured on our island today. Stark, we also understand the passion and rage you feel at the loss of your Priestess. it is a hard blow for a Warrior to-Duantias wisdom was cut off by the sound of Aretha Franklin belting out the chorus from Respect, which was coming from the little Coach purse Aphrodite had slung over her shoulder.Oopsie, um, sorry bout that. Aphrodite frantically unzipped her purse and dug for her iPhone.

As a child of the Goddess, I know that when a being dies, the soul lives on. That dying is only a way of forgetting pain and suffering--that it is a pathway to travel back to the Goddess to be renewed and made strong-- to rest and to one day be ready to return to this realm, for it is spoken by the High Priestess...

So, even in the midst of craziness and exhaustion and a life-changing chaos,I was filled with peace and the sweet knowledge that I was walking the path my Goddess wanted me on.

At the last parent visitation night Id sorta accidentally watched a majorly nightmarish scene between Aphrodite and her parents. Her dads the mayor of Tulsa. Her mom might be Satan.

There were worse things than dying, and those worse things happened to the people you left behind.

I just have to do the right thing, and recently Ive realized that sometimes the right thing seems crazy to those who dont want change.