…….only the powerful were hated, and that was what he was meant to be in this world.Powerful.

Because fear kills everything,” Mo had once told her. “Your mind, your heart, your imagination.

What was this yearning, tearing at her insides like hunger and thirst? It couldn’t be love. Love was warm and soft, like a bed of leaves. But this was dark, like the shade under a...

He bent over Farid and wiped some soot from his cold forehead. “Roxanne knows it,” he said. “She’ll tell it to you. Just go to her and… and tell her I’ve had to go away....

She felt as if the grave stones were whispering those names to her as she walked past… Those stones that bore no names seemed like closed mouths, sad mouths that forgotten how to speak. But...

Books loved anyone who opened them, they gave you secruity and friendship and didn’t ask for anything in return; they never went away, never, not even when you treated them badly.

Words,words filled the night like the fragrance of invisible flowers.

Nothing is more terrifying than fearlessness.

I think we should sometimes read stories where everything’s different from our world, don’t you agree? There’s nothing like it for teaching us to wonder why trees are green and not red, and why we...

You’d like him back, too, wouldn’t you?”It was difficult for her to turn her eyes away from Farid’s face. “He’ll never come back,” she whispered, and look at Dustfinger. She didn’t have the strength to...

Secrets… nothing eats away at love faster.

Women were different, no doubt about it. Men broke so much more quickly. Grief didn’t break women. Instead it wore them down, it hollowed them out very slowly.

He saw so many emotions mingled on her face: anger disappointment, fear – and defiance. Like her daughter, thought Fenoglio again. So uncompromising, so strong. Women were different, no doubt about it. Men broke so...

The only way ghosts can hurt you is through your own fear

What are stories for if we don’t learn from them?