Quotes from Sarah Kozloff

They do not realize that knowing history is the only way to make educated guesses about present quandaries

In the morning of the second day they found their healer, a middle-aged man named Cerf who had lost his sons in the Rout and his grief-addled wife to suicide.

News of distant places was accepted on par with a thunderstorm seen off in the distance - a far-off disturbance that would blow over before it touched them.

But on mundane matters they rubbed one another like whetstones, without polishing off their sharp edges.

In all the known realms of this earth, only the queens of Weirandale had hair of that color: the cerulean blue of the icy Nargis River—the blue of a blue tanager.

You've got steel in you, Stahlia; that's why you recognize it in her.

My story? How can that be relevant? There's not much to tell." "Every person has a story. And every story is important.

When danger through the realm may reach The Nargis Nymph allots to each A Talent for the Times

I find that I can't ever leave my troubles behind me. Pesky things; they tag after me wherever I go.

Do you still snore as loudly as you used to?" "I don't know," said Branwise, taking the question too seriously. "When I'm asleep I can't hear myself.

Do you still snore as loudly as you used to?" "I don't know," said Branwise, taking the question too seriously. "When I'm asleep I cain't hear myself.

I think it's simple. The lesson is: everyone should have a dog.

there is more Magic in the world than most scoffing people credit.

No matter how she beseeched the stars for guidance, their light remained far awar and cold; they provided no answers and no comfort.

I had strange dreams," he said. "Perhaps it was the storm. But I dreamed that a cup of water turned into a hawk and flew off to a land of snowcapped mountains, and then the mountains burst into flame.

No matter how she beseeched the stars for guidance, their light remained far away and cold; they provided no answers and no comfort.

Birdie is the Nargis heir! Birdie is the princella. Oh, Waters! I made the princella clean our chicken coop!

Though I have gone by many names, I herewith claim back my true identity," she called out in a ringing voice, stretching her arms wide. "I am Cerúlia, the daughter of the late, brave Queen Cressa the Enchanter and the heroic Lord Ambrice. I. Am. Your. Queen.

We'll talk about this another time. Hold still. Stop breathing. Your chest keeps moving." "Kind of hard not to breathe," muttered Cerúlia. And you were the one who wanted to know everything.

She predicted that when she became queen she would feel transformed—grander, nobler, wiser—but she still felt disappointingly just like herself.

More than anything he wanted to read, because only in a book could he escape from his own dark thoughts.

Then think of the work the rebels had to tear it down! They had no Powers." "Just the power of hatred and anger," said Cerf. "Which we've learned is pretty fuckin' strong.

He found the job satisfying, as if by creating orderliness in one corner of the library he could restore a sense of order in the world at large.

Which just goes to show," said Percie, "that we should never be separated. We're better than blood sisters, because actually I found you, and you found me.