...my sanity threatened to take a holiday without me. Maria V. Snyder More Quotes by Maria V. Snyder More Quotes From Maria V. Snyder Yelena.” I halted in the doorway, looking back over my shoulder. “You once said I wasn’t ready to believe your reason for killing Reyad. I’ll believe you now.” “But I’m not ready to tell you,” I said and left the room. Maria V. Snyder doorways believe rooms I want you to have this.” He extended his hand. On his palm sat the beautiful butterfly he had carved. Silver spots on the wings glinted in the sunlight, and a silver chain hung from a small hole drilled into its body. Valek looped the necklace around my neck. “When I carved this statue, I was thinking about you. Delicate in appearance, but with a strength unnoticed at first glance.” His eyes met mine. Maria V. Snyder butterfly eye beautiful “Run,” he whispered. “Run.” “No, Rand,” I said, brushing the dirt from his face. “I’m tired of running.” “Forgive me, please.” He clutched my hand as his eyes beseeched me through tears of pain. “You’re forgiven.” He sighed once, then stopped breathing. The shine in his brown eyes dulled. I pulled his hood over his head. Maria V. Snyder tired pain running Should haves lead to death Maria V. Snyder should You’ve only had a small glimpse of how insufferable and annoying I can be. As the older brother, it’s my birthright. Maria V. Snyder glimpse annoying brother I gave him a bored look. I had been threatened many times before and had learned that the men who didn’t make verbal threats were the most dangerous. Maria V. Snyder bored men looks Before Kiki and I headed toward the Keep, I thanked my friends. “For what? We didn’t do anything,” Janco grumbled. “For caring enough to follow my guards. And the next time, I might need the help.” “There better not be a next time,” Ari said, giving me a stern look. “How touching,” Janco said, pretending to wipe his eyes. “Get going, Yelena. I don’t want you to see me cry.” He faked a sniffle. “I’m sure your ego can handle it,” I said. “Or will you need to beat up some trainees to feel like a man again?” “Very funny,” he said. Maria V. Snyder eye caring men Do you really want to know why you lost?” I asked. “Do you really have an answer?” he countered. “You need to get off your horse and run with your men. You don’t have the stamina for a long fight. And find a lighter sword.” “But it was my uncle’s.” “You’re not your uncle.” “But I’m the King, and this is the King’s sword,” Cahil said. His brows creased together. He seemed confused. “So wear it to your coronation,” I said. “If you use it in battle, you’ll be wearing it to your funeral,” I said. Maria V. Snyder horse uncles running Don’t worry," I said. "These men are good. They’re going to heal the world. Maria V. Snyder worry men world I wanted to dissolve into the floor, mixing myself with the hard stone. A stone had a single purpose: to be. No complicated promises, no worries and no feelings. Maria V. Snyder worry feelings promise Pretty stupid,” I called after his retreating form. “To give up before all possible solutions have been tried. Maria V. Snyder giving-up form stupid Unfortunately, diplomacy was a dance I needed to learn. Maria V. Snyder diplomacy needed You could change into a goat and it would still apply. Maria V. Snyder goats stills Reviewing our fight, I asked Janco, “Why do you rhyme when you fight? Maria V. Snyder rhyme fighting Rand rubbed his hands over his face. His anger had dissipated. “I’m sorry, Yelena. I was backed into a corner and I couldn’t get out without hurting someone. Maria V. Snyder hurt sorry hands No," I said. "I'm not safe, Belen. Who is going to tear Kerrick's arm off if he hits me again? Come on," I urged. "Stay with us". Maria V. Snyder arms tears safe And clay-caked clothes are so last year. Maria V. Snyder clay clothes years Nice Kerrick was scarier than Mean Kerrick. Maria V. Snyder nice mean Flea stared at us, "I can't decide what's worse. Losing family members or not having a family member to lose. Maria V. Snyder fleas members losing I found Esau’s field guide at the bottom of my pack. Taking a candle into the bedroom, I read his book until my eyes grew heavy. From his vast notes, it seemed that almost every plant and tree in the jungle had a reason for existing. I caught myself wishing there was a page in his guide that had my picture on it with the reason for my existence written underneath in Esau’s neat hand. Maria V. Snyder eye book hands