Quotes from Mercedes Lackey

So, that's okay. It's not like you're turning into an Endarkened or something, like Kellen's evil stepbrother Anigrel the Black.

For Sarah, at least, the nightmares had vanished like morning fog, and now she felt sorry for the others, who were not being sent to the Harton School, even though some of them had looked down their noses at her because she wasn't being sent to a "first-class academy.

What is it, my dear?" asked John, putting a hand on hers. "I might know what it is," she said, a little breathlessly. "I never thought all that delving into Celtic legend was going to come in handy quite so soon. I think it might be a Fomorian!

No, it's not you," Abi managed to interrupt her. "Actually, it's not anyone. Not even my best friend Kat. Or Rudi or Emmit or Brice or—well, it's not anyone. It's never been anyone.

We know that Valdemar is not the land—and it is not just the people. Valdemar is a spirit, a community of spirit that binds a hundred disparate peoples with a hundred different religions and ways of life into a company and a greater whole. It is not a unity, for that would be denying our diversity, and in our diversity and our tolerance is our strength.

It is only a fairy tale. They always end sadly.

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Food, Ninette said into the silence, is a kind of art. Like all arts, it can be simple. or it can be complex, but one always knows when the artist who created it is great. And great art deserves respect and attention. She smiled. It goes without saying that our hostess is an artist in her own kitchen. Everything she makes is a as perfect as it can be.

I am not anticipating a trap, but it is better to be feel foolish and alive than surprised and dead.

These spiders spun a cunning web, beginning as they always did by eroding conditions gradually, with rights converted to privilege, then the privilege revoked on one pretense or another, always for an excellent reason, always on a temporary basis, until the next privilege was taken and the previous grievance forgotten.

And don't even suggest that these would be better off in Tiercel's hands. No, Tiercel has other things to do with his life. You, on the other hand, get to protect him. And guess what that makes you? Stupid? Harrier suggested. Suicidal? A Knight-Mage! the unicorn cried cheerfully.

For what manner of decent, upright man could possibly have wanted the arm bone of a poor drowned girl and her long, muddy, golden hair?

It was partly a matter of the simple fact that late fall was slaughtering time. Anything that could not be preserved had to be eaten. For instance, hens too old to lay eggs anymore and all the roosters but the chief of the flock were often killed at this time.

Or until one side or another found some weapon so vile, so destructive, that it would sweep from the Western Front to the Eastern Front in a path of lunatic carnage, leaving nothing alive on the entire continent . . . and he no longer had the illusion that such a weapon, if found, would not be used.

You are eccentric when you have enough money to not be considered crazy," Dominik

When your steed laughs at you, you are in a bad way.

He was vaguely aware that his hand was going to hurt like bloodygthat would be later.

when there's nothing to be done you might as well get some sleep, because when there is something to be done you're going to wish you'd had some." As

No, General. Not necessarily what you thin you want. Your heart knows what you want, but often your head has some other idea. It is the task of the kesta'chern to ask your heart, and not your head, what you need and answer that need.

The malignancy of divisiveness, given the chance to creep deeper, would rot us. You need to truly consider that your neighbor's beliefs are as valid as yours and not disparage or impair those beliefs.

People can be any kind of weird as long as they aren't harming anyone. Hells, that makes them victorious—that's their truth, they get to live it.

unlike Champions, Godmothers don't have to keep undergoing ridiculous ordeals every time one turns around. Our idea of besting a dragon is not to chop it into bits, but to get it to sit down to tea.

You marry who you think your beloved is, and then discover who they really are over the years. It's that discovery that makes a marriage work.

Keep breathing. Exhale all the hurt and sorrow, inhale the untainted air.