When you're a monster, you are thanked and praised for not being a monster. Kristin Cashore More Quotes by Kristin Cashore More Quotes From Kristin Cashore Isn't is lovely to be all together again?" Raffin said, throwing one arm around Po and the other around Bann. -------- She wanted them near, even if they were subsumed by their own affairs, she needed them at sword practice in the morning, at dinner at night, moving and shifting around her, there and gone, back again, arguing, teasing, acting like people who knew who they were. Kristin Cashore morning night moving 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 dying laughing mean 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 lasts done enough 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 sibling fire together 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 ice fighting blow 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 matter faces thinking If I'd been trying to kill him, he'd be dead. Kristin Cashore ifs trying 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 hug real long 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 lap two world 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 murder voice thinking 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 fury emptiness lost How acutely sometimes the presence or absence of people mattered Kristin Cashore absence sometimes people You’re crying.” “I’m not.” “Right,” he said mildly. “I suppose you got rained on. Kristin Cashore cry said What man can hate or love well when he is drugged? Kristin Cashore wells hate men Circumstances don't always align themselves with human intention. Kristin Cashore intention humans circumstances There isn't a simple person anywhere in this world. Kristin Cashore persons simple world You cannot measure love by a scale of degrees. Kristin Cashore scales degrees Men are daft around women, incautious and boastful. Kristin Cashore daft men People want incongruous, impossible things. Kristin Cashore impossible-things want people There are no medicines to bring a dead thing back to life. Kristin Cashore medicine
