Quotes from Mary E. Pearson

Hear the language that isn't spoken, for everyone can hear spoken words, but only a few can hear the heart that beats behind it.

Don't be afraid, child, The stories are always there.

The rules of reason build towers that reach past the treetops. The rules of trust build towers that reach past the stars.

Darkness was a beautiful thing. The kiss of a shadow. A caress as soft as moonlight.

Maybe there were a hundred different ways to fall in love.

Waiting for someone else to write your history was no way to live. Sometimes it was only a certain way to die.

I trust you all slept well," I said, deliberately keeping my tone light. I returned Malich's glare with a tight-lipped grin. "Yes, we did," Kaden answered quickly. "I'm sorry to hear that.

Every exchange of words between Jase and me seemed like a dance, a step forward, a step back, circling, both of us leading, anticipating, wondering what the next move would be. He didn't trust me any more than I trusted him.

Because I so stupidly loved her.

He consumed me in a different way- the way his eyes made everything jump inside of me when I looked into them, his laughter, temper, the way he sometimes struggled for words, the way his jaw twitched when he was angry, the thoughtful way he listened to me, his incredible restraint and resolve in the face of overwhelming odds. When I looked at him, I saw the easygoing farmer he could have been, but I also saw the soldier and prince that he was.

I think that maybe forgiveness is like change - it comes in small steps. (256)

Three more days. That's what Sven always told me. When you think you're at the end of your rope, give it three more days. And then another three. Sometimes you'll find the rope is longer than you thought.

Who was this girl who thumbed her nose at two kingdoms and did as she pleased?

I do hope the things I've forgotten don't matter.

A six-inch blade. I smiled. Did he buy it? It was actually just shy of four—but very nicely weighted—and as Aunt Bernice noted, a little exaggeration was always expected when describing weapons, victories, and body parts.

Taking another life, she had whispered, even a guilty one, should never be easy. If it were, we'd be little more than animals.

Truth is as free as the air and we all have the right to breathe as deeply of it as we wish. It cannot be held back in the palm of any one man.

There is something about her eyes. Eyes don't breathe. I know that much. But hers look breathless.

She fascinated me, her contradictions, her secrets, and the girl that sometimes surfaced from beneath her tough soldier exterior, like when she spotted the wish stalks on the bank. The girl who forgot who I was and pressed a wish stalk to my ankle. In another world, another circumstance, I think we might have been friends. Or more.

I suppose if we're going to fall in love all over again, kissing will be part of it.

If I could only reach out and touch the stars, I would know everything. I would understand.

I thought grandmothers had to like you. It's a law or something.

Sometimes the enemy is just one person who will bring down a kingdom.

Ascente cha ores ri ve breazza." "Turn your ear to the wind," she interpreted. "Stand strong.