Quotes from Rachel Hartman

So if the Infernum is an empy interior, what's Heaven in their conception?" I asked, nudging him. "A second inside-out house, inside, or rather 'outside' the first," he said. "If you cross its threshold, you realize our world, for all its wonder, has been but a shadow, another kind of emptiness. Heaven is more than this

You are the traveler, taking this journey. You are the hero, writing this story. When the trickster Pau-Henoa wandered under the earth, what did he find?" "The sun," Tess gasped when the contraction had passed and she could speak again. "Right," said Chessey firmly. "Even the pagans knew: you will wander the dark places under the earth, but you will come back with the sun.

We must show them we're superior and put them in their place. Dominate or be dominated.

A clapping sound was Pathka's laughter, and then the thnik buzzed, disconnected. Tess picked herself up, threw a rock at the moon, and stumbled back to camp.

Enough mind chatter. I imagined every thought encapsulated in a bubble; I exhaled them into the world. Gradually the noise ceased, and my mind was dark and still.

Let the one who seeks justice be just.

Can you not see that it's no longer a question of dragon versus human? The division now is between those who think this peace is worth preserving and those who would keep us at war until one side or the other is destroyed.

And neither do you deserve all the blame. Sometimes everyone does their best and things still end up wrong.

It's no good getting angry at saarantrai; the hotter your temper, the colder they get. Eskar remained infuriatingly neutral.

We are all pulled toward our doom in exactly the same way, by exactly the same force.

She believed I would stop loving her if I knew the truth. All the gambles she took, and she never took the one that mattered most. One in a thousand is better odds than zero, but zero is what she settled for. Because how could I love her if I couldn't see her?

One thing I've learned about grief: it's like a creditor's bill. You can put off paying, but it eventually falls due, and exacts usurious interest." "Do they send someone to break your fingers?" said Tess, thinking of the Belgiosos. Armando laughed softly. "You find a way to break them yourself." He paused to let her think about what that entailed; she had some idea. "There's a room in my heart full of unpaid bills," he said. "We all have one. It's useful to go in occasionally and open a few.

I was feverish; I couldn't keep down food. Orma stayed by me the entire time, and I suffered the illusion that behind his skin—behind everyone's—was a hollow nothingness, an inky black void. He rolled up my sleeve to look at my arm, and I shrieked, believing he would peel back my skin and see the emptiness beneath it.

His beard was matted, and he was missing several teeth (his remaining teeth, emboldened by the extra room, had rebelled against the tyranny of standing in line).

He seemed simultaneously strong and soft, as if he had ended up with a lot of muscles rather by accident and didn't care about keeping them.

No casualties but my dignity," called the herald, tugging on his chin beard. "Some might say that's no loss at all.

This is my garden, all in ard. I tend it faithfully; let it keep faith with me.

One cannot fly in two direction at once. I cannot perch among those who think that I am broken.

But they're sending Orma away, which is my fault, and I played my flute so beautifully that I fell in love with everyone and now I want everything. And I can't have it. And I'm ashamed to be running away.

How was the wolf to blame you if the sheep were roaming free?

I was a stranger in this family. I always had been.

That must be a wretched existence, forced to lie when you don't want to.

You humans make fine fabric and music, eh, but you're lacking in natural philosophy. Everything is made of other, tiny things, and we make some of the smallest do the work for us by bothering them with magnetth.

Where's the logic in dying?