Do you like to slide?” His voice was eager.Stair rails! Did he suspect me? I forced a sigh. “No, Majesty. I’m terrified of heights.””Oh.” His polite tone had returned.”I wish I could enjoy it. This...

ahthOOn SSyng!” I said. “That’s farewell.””It sounds evil.””It is,” I answered, and we parted.

A library is infinity under a roof.

Hush Hattie!” I said, intoxicated with my success. “I don’t want to go to my room. Everyone must know I shan’t marry the prince.” I ran to the door to our street, opened it, and...

Daughter, we didn’t need your note – or a prince’s visit – to tell us you’d done nothing wrong. We know the daughter we raised. We fear for your future, but never for your character....

Voices and faces aren’t manifestationsof good or bad.

Step follows step,Hope follows Courage,Set your face towards danger,Set your heart on victory.

I rode all day.I cried all night.The moon didn’t glow.The sun didn’t rise.A comet blazedBetween my eyes.West and South,Wind and rain.Every way isJust the same.Pray give me a boxTo hide inside.Pray give me a spadeTo...

I became simply a pair of eyes, staring through my mask at Char. I needed no ears because I was too far off to hear his voice, no words because I was too distant for...

I never met a word I didn’t love

I had been able to break the curse myself. I’d had to have reason enough, love enough to do it, to find the will and the strength.

I’m solitary as a pulled tooth,Lonely as an unwelcome truth, Lost as a minnow out of school, A genius in a crop of fools.

Climb the day, Drop your dreams, Possess the day.

When I write, I make discoveries about my feelings.

I wonder how Admat can be everywhere. Is he in my sandal? Or is he my sandal itself? Why would a god bother to be a sandal? Does he wear shoes or sandals himself, invisible...

No sign of pleasure greeted the announcement. The mood in the hall was leaden.My mood was livelier. Fright is livelier than lead.

She asks why I like her.Might as well askWhy I breathe.Maybe tomorrow I won’tBreathe or like herAnymore.Maybe tomorrow the tidesWill stop.Maybe tomorrow will bringNo more rainbows.Maybe tomorrowShe will stopAsking useless questions.

There’s nothing wrong with reading a book you love over and over. When you do, the words get inside you, become a part of you, in a way that words in a book you’ve read...

Who judges the judge who judges wrong?

If I couldn’t sleep, I could read.

Crying is part of the adventure

To me, merely and pretty were words that had nothing to do with each other. Pretty went with miraculously, and merely belonged in another paragraph entirely.

Love shouldn’t be dictated

Drualt took Freya’s warm hand,Her strong hand,Her sword hand,And pressed it to his lips,Pressed it to his heart.Come with me,’ he said.Come with me to battle,My love. Tarry at my side.Stay with meWhen battle is...

Kisses were better than potions.

When you become a teenager, you step onto a bridge. You may already be on it. The opposite shore is adulthood. Childhood lies behind. The bridge is made of wood. As you cross, it burns...

I want to be with you forever and beyond…

In that moment I found a power beyond any I’d had before, a will and a determination I would never have need if not for Lucinda, a fortitude I hadn’t been able to find for...

Oak, granite,Lilies by the road,Remember me?I remember you.Clouds brushingClover hills,Remember me?Sister, child,Grown tall,Remember me?I remember you.