Her smile faded. “Do you know the worst thing about it? I forgot him. Daemon was a friend, and I forgot him. That Winsol, before I was…he gave me a silver bracelet. I don’t know what happened to it. I had a picture of him. I don’t know what happened to that either. And then he gave everything he had to help me, and when it was done, everyone walked away from him as if he didn’t matter.

Anne Bishop

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When honor and the Law no longer stand on the same side of the line, how do we choose[?]

Anne Bishop

lines honor law

When a man wears his pants that tight, they tend to pinch his balls, and that tends to pinch his temper.

Anne Bishop

balls pants men

There are some questions that shouldn't be asked until a person is mature enough to appreciate the answers.

Anne Bishop

appreciate mature answers

Let your heart travel lightly. Because what you bring with you becomes part of the landscape.

Anne Bishop

landscape heart

I can heal the scars on your body, but I can’t heal the scars of the soul. Not yours, not mine. You have to learn to live with them. You have to choose to live beyond them

Anne Bishop

scar body soul

More than a shadow and less than a soul.

Anne Bishop

shadow soul

We know how it ends practically before it starts. That's why stories appeal to us. They give us the clarity and simplicity our real lives lack.

Anne Bishop

simplicity real giving

Everything has a price.

Anne Bishop

choices

It is easier to kill than to heal. It is easier to destroy than to preserve. It is easier to tear down than to build. Those who feed on destructive emotions and ambitions and deny the responsibilities that are the price of wielding power can bring down everything you care for and would protect. Be on guard, always.

Anne Bishop

tears ambition responsibility

Our recovery of hope - full colour, three-dimensional, hard working, clear thinking, wildly radical, living hope - is our key to liberation.

Anne Bishop

recovery hard-work thinking

Words lie. Blood doesn't.

Anne Bishop

lying blood

She was the most painful, most glorious dance of his life

Anne Bishop

glorious painful

People who entered the Courtyard without an invitation were just plain crazy! Wolves were big and scary and so fluffy, how could anyone resist hugging one just to feel all that fur? “Ignore the fluffy,” she muttered. “Remember the part about big and scary.

Anne Bishop

crazy scary people

Daemon had written: "What do you do when she asks a question no man would give a child an answer to?" Saetan had replied: "Hope you're obliging enough to answer it for me. However, if you're backed into a corner, refer her to me. I've become accustomed to being shocked.

Anne Bishop

giving men children

Stubborn, snarly male.

Anne Bishop

males stubborn

You weren't afraid of me when I was Wolf," he said. "Why are you afraid of Nathan?" "He's got big feet!" "What?" An insulted-sounding arrroooo came from the other side of the door, a reminder that Wolves also had big ears.

Anne Bishop

ears feet doors

Is there some kind of rule for when Sam should be a boy and when he's a Wolf?" "A Wolf lifts his leg and yellows up the snow. A boy has to use the toilet." "And that will work?" "Only if he needs to pee.

Anne Bishop

snow boys needs

It was easier when all we wanted to do was eat them and take their stuff,” he grumbled. And it had been easier when he hadn’t cared if he made any of them cry.

Anne Bishop

easier cry stuff

We are what we are. Nothing more, nothing less. There is good and evil among every kind of people. It's the evil among us who rule now.

Anne Bishop

good-and-evil evil people

Briarwood is the pretty poison. There is no cure for Briarwood.

Anne Bishop

cures poison