A man who fights you as he does is no better than an opportunist and no worse than a thug. Kristin Cashore More Quotes by Kristin Cashore More Quotes From Kristin Cashore Well then, "Katsa said. "Of course, we'll operate with the greatest possible secrecy, Bitterblue. And for what it's worth, we'll deny your involvement to our dying breaths, and I'll kill anyone who doesn't." Bann began to laugh into Raffin's shoulder. Smiling, Raffin said sideways to him, "Can you imagine what it would be like to be able to say that and mean it? Kristin Cashore dyinglaughingmean At least her last words to him had been words of love. But she wished she'd told him just how much she loved him. How much she had to thank him for, how many good things he had done. She hadn't told him nearly enough. Kristin Cashore lastsdoneenough It always struck Fire, the physical affection between these siblings, who as often as not were at each other's throats over one thing or another. She liked the way the four of them shifted and changed shape, bumping and clanging against one another, sharpening each other's edges and then smoothing them down again, and somehow always finding the way to fit together. Kristin Cashore siblingfiretogether I told you before, Katsa. I won't fight when you're angry. I won't solve a disagreement between us with blows." He lifted the ice and fingered his jaw. He moaned and held the ice to his face again. "What we do in the practice rooms-that's to help each other. We don't use it against each other. We're friends, Katsa. We're too dangerous to each other. And even if we weren't, it's not right. Kristin Cashore icefightingblow Please, Katsa," he finally said. "At least talk to me". She swung around to face him. "What it there to talk about? You know how I feel, and what I think about it." "And what I feel? Doesn't it matter? Kristin Cashore matterfacesthinking If I'd been trying to kill him, he'd be dead. Kristin Cashore ifstrying Katsa hugged her for a long time, and Bitterblue understood that this was always how it would be. Katsa would come and then Katsa would go. But the hug was real, and lasting, even though it would end. The coming was as real as the going, and the coming would always be a promise. It would have to be good enough. Kristin Cashore hugreallong As she left the room, Po went to Katsa, pulled her up, sat himself in her chair, and drew her into his lap. Shushing her, he rocked her, the two of them holding on to each other as if it were the only thing keeping the world from bursting apart. Kristin Cashore laptwoworld Mercy was more frightening than murder, because it was harder, and Randa didn't deserve it. And even though she wanted what the voice wanted, she didn't think she had the courage for it. Kristin Cashore murdervoicethinking She'd lost her fury, somewhere, as they'd talked. She didn't feel it anymore. She wished she did, because she preferred it to the emptiness that had settled in its place. Kristin Cashore furyemptinesslost How acutely sometimes the presence or absence of people mattered Kristin Cashore absencesometimespeople You’re crying.” “I’m not.” “Right,” he said mildly. “I suppose you got rained on. Kristin Cashore crysaid What man can hate or love well when he is drugged? Kristin Cashore wellshatemen Circumstances don't always align themselves with human intention. Kristin Cashore intentionhumanscircumstances There isn't a simple person anywhere in this world. Kristin Cashore personssimpleworld You cannot measure love by a scale of degrees. Kristin Cashore scalesdegrees Men are daft around women, incautious and boastful. Kristin Cashore daftmen People want incongruous, impossible things. Kristin Cashore impossible-thingswantpeople There are no medicines to bring a dead thing back to life. Kristin Cashore medicine They seemed no closer to the tops of the peaks that rose before them. It was only by looking back, to the forest far below, that she knew they'd climbed. Kristin Cashore gracelingroseforests
