Quotes from Michelle Sagara West

She wanted to die. She wanted to die. Because then it would be over. All the loss, all the grief, all the pain, the emptiness - over. And she had said nothing then. Nothing. Nor had she crawled into her room and swallowed her mother's pills, or crawled into her bath and opened up her own wrists. As if death were somehow personal. As if death were somehow an enemy that could be faced and stared down, she would not give it the satisfaction of seeing how badly it had hurt her. Again.

Teela turned to Severn. I'm having trouble remembering why I haven't strangled her yet. Severn shrugged. I have that problem myself some days. At the moment, though, the only betting pool in the office seems to be on the Sergeant. Ha-ha. Kaylin said with a distinct lack of cheer. And then, because she was a fiefling, What odds? He cuffed the top of her head.

When you have all eternity, the word hurry is relative. And the guards, being mortal, have less of it, and their version of slugglish doesn't approach your version of fast? Something very like that.

At the very least, if I have not - yet- chosen to end your life, I refuse to allow any of my kin to forever deprive me of my prerogative to do so.

No...if the world demanded their deaths in return for safety, she would have watched it burn.

And I'll stop with the lecture now. I don't like people much—they irritate and annoy me. But I'm fascinated by them anyway.

I'm sworn to uphold his laws. Saying that you killed someone because they annoyed you isn't codified as acceptable, by those laws, anywhere I'm aware of. You are clearly not looking carefully enough.

What did she say?' 'She made her displeasure with his existence clear.' 'That's it?' 'She made some claims about how she was going to alleviate her displeasure.

Stay, he said abruptly. Stay, feed me. Read to me, if you like. Do not talk to me of death. Do not offer me your fear. I have fear of my own to drive me, and if my own fear is not strong enough to keep me from my duty, yours will only grieve me, girl. It will give me guilt and no rest, but it won't preserve my life.

Death was silence, loss, guilt. And anger. But life led that way, anyway. From birth, it was a slow, long march to the grave. Who said that? She couldn't remember now. But it was true. They were born dying. If they were very lucky, the dying was called aging. They reached toward if as if they were satellites in unstable orbits. And then when they got there, they were just dead. One moment in time separated the living from the ghosts.

She had managed to go almost three weeks without being late. Admittedly on two of those days she'd perambulated around the office like someone doing a good imitation of the walking dead - but she'd been timely walking dead, damn it.

There were always people who struggled their way to the top of the heap, no matter how much that heap looked like garbage when seen from the outside.

The end of the world is easy. We'll survive it, or we won't. But if we do survive, the rest of life is waiting.

It's always easier,' he offered at last, 'when you feel these things yourself; seeing them in other people reveals just how ugly they are.

Chase stretched. I'll give you the week. And he held up his pinky. Eric grimaced. He HATED this part. Shake on it, pinky shake, or we don't have a deal. You're an asshole, Eric told him. Pretty much. He waited until Eric did, in fact, lock pinkies with him.

It made no sense, but nothing did at the moment, and at least this was a good crazy.

On the other hand, the last week had pretty much been one waking nightmare after another; if this kept up, her dreams wouldn't have the power to terrify her.

It didn't matter. If she was to have any hope of saving Bellusdeo and Maggaron now, she needed to finish what she started; the anger and the self-recrimination would just have to wait. She'd no doubt she'd return to it later; unlike laundry, she'd never left self-recrimination undone.

Erin!" "Hmmm?" "I'm talking to you!" "At me." She looped the sword around her hips and fastened the belt. "To me is when I answer.

He walked into the shadows of his rooms; walked into the darkness that no light penetrated. And there, under a halo of gentle red, she waited for him. In silence he stood, while the time drifted by. Days passed thus, stretching out. What of it? He had time. They had time. He touched her hand; it did not move. Very gently he lifted her body, cradling it in his dark arms. Is this what you feel, Sara? Is this what you feel when you cry?

Power such as mine is only granted for one reason - to protect those with less, against yours. Power such as yours? Sarillorn, if the power that you wield is too great a responsibility, I will take it from you; you may then have peace, knowing that there is nothing at all that you can do.

If the Light and the Dark were so absolute, why couldn't they give her absolute answers? Why did everything have to be so confused?

If there were no darkness, no Dark Heart, we—none of us—would exist. Try to see this when you walk in darkness. Try to forgive it, though you walk with light.

Remember that in change, no matter how strange or slight the chance, all hope lies.