Quotes from Mary E. Pearson

Wren's hands slapped the table. "Imara's knives!" "Yes!" Synové answered, and the two began excitedly chattering about their qualities, forgetting about the rest of us.

You going to kill the Patrei with a spoon?" I turned my head. It was Wren, her hands planted on her hips. "Not that I don't think you could.

It had been odd to envy their grief, but I had. I envied the explosion and finality of it-- their sobs and tears... Her passing came slowly, over months and years, in the dull bits, pieces, and mundane hours that I worked to stay alive... The memories of her became disconnected blurred images, warm hands cupping my cheeks, a tuneless hum as she worked, words that floated in the air, her finger pressed to my lips.

And today, like each time they have landed on my hand for the past two hundred years, I wonder at the weight of a sparrow.

Memories are short. It is the forgetting I fear.

Yes, I want to kiss you, Jase Ballenger. Not for show or to make the best of it. I want to kiss you because I want you, every part of you, even the parts that infuriate me beyond telling, because you've infected me with a poison that I don't want to flush out, because you're a mad viper twisting around my middle, cutting off my breath, yet I want you more than I want to breathe.

A simple chain we had both cursed had done the unthinkable - it forced us to see the world through each other's eyes.

And all I want is to hold her and make the rest of the world go away.

She whirled and saw her cohorts at the end of the walk. Mason held the one with long red braids by the arm.

But I had loved and been loved deep;y and completely, not once but twice. I would not trade that for all the riches that Montegue had to offer.

I wonder what it would be like to have someone who knew me so well, someone who would look right into my soul, someone who very touch sent all other thoughts from my mind. I tried to imagine someone who hungered for the same things I did and wanted to spend the rest of his life with me, and not because it fulfilled a loveless agreement on paper.

She shrugged. "I was going to leave anyway. I told you." "But not like this. You could have left under far more favorable circumstances." She grinned, unable to disagree. "Maybe." Her grin slowly faded, her eyes searching my face. "But I never could have left for as important a reason. We can't always wait for the perfect timing.

Love didn't even seem like the right word to explain how I felt about her. The word seemed too small, too used, too simple, and everything I felt about her seemed complicated and rare and as wide as the world.

There was so much I didn't know about the ways between a man and woman. But I knew I wanted him. And I knew he wanted me.

His voice was warm and slow and reminded me of the gentle rumble of a distant summer storm--so inviting at a distance. And those eyes again, the ones that made me feel naked, like he saw beneath my skin. I knew I couldn't sit down and tell him my worries, but his steadfast gaze made me want to.

What did they do to you, Kazi?" His voice was low, earnest. Even in the dim light, I was able to see the worry in his eyes. I pretended I didn't know what he was talking about. "Who did what?" "Who made you afraid of an open world? An open sky? Was it Venda? Your parents?" "No one did anything," I answered quietly. "Then hold on to me," he said. "Let me show you the stars.

She never promised me tomorrows, and now I knew why.

Desperation grew teeth. Claws. It became an animal inside me that knew no bounds, unspeakable, just as Jafir had tried to explain to me so long ago. It tore open my darkest thoughts, letting them unfurl like black wings.

From the loins of Morrighan, Hope will be born.

One day hope would have a name.

We. Everything was we now. We wove our dreams together like armor. Nothing could stop us now.

I stopped and stared at Rafe. Inspected him. His shoulders. His wind-tosses hair. The rigid line of his jaw. The redness of the blood trickling down his cheek. His half-parted lips. I swallowed to quell the tremor in my throat. "I should like to inspect you...before our wedding day.

Even justice couldn't erase scars—it only delivered on a promise to the living that evil would not go unpunished.

If I had been shipped off to Dalbreck, there are valuable things I never would have learned.