Quotes from Anne Bishop

But naked wasn't something done around human pups—although he wanted to ask the men why naked from the waist up was all right for them but females remained covered. That didn't seem fair. Shifting

I don't want the body,* she whimpered. *It hurts.* *Not always, sweetheart. Not always. Without the body, how will you hear a bird's song? How will you feel a warm summer rain on your skin? How will you taste nutcakes? How will you walk on a beach at sunset and feel the sand and surf under your... hooves?*

Life journeys. On the way, you are influenced by others, helped by others, harmed by others. Some things happen because you have earned them. And some things happen because cruelty flickers through the dark currents and rises up without warning; causing harm, causing pain, causing tragedies that can devastate one person or and entire village.

Talking about us and them is part of what caused the trouble and got a lot of people killed in the past year.

Lesson one, bitch. Don't start a pissing contest with someone who has the strength and temper to hurt you.

Anger and reason are rarely partners

The other thing I realized by the end of the evening was that humans and the Others did have one thing in common—we both had a love for, and fascination with, stories. I learned that every form of terra indigene had its own teaching stories as well as stories that were the repository of their history and connection to the world. And they all had stories that were told for the fun of it.

Red flickered in his amber eyes and he snarled at her. "If you ever scare me like this again, I will eat you!" Then he pressed his forehead against her arm and whined.

They both took a couple of unsteady breaths before Daemon said, "The sooner we make our reports, the sooner we can go home." For him, home wasn't a place, it was a person—and right then, he needed to know that Jaenelle was safe.

Sometimes I think her chest is made of ice, and she has to stay emotionally cold to hide the smell of a roting heart.

W-what are you?" Selena looked down at her rival. "What you should have been and never were. The Queen of the Witches.

Maybe you should go home and rest," Simon told Meg. Maybe he could go home with her and they could cuddle for a while or play a game. Or she could watch a movie and pet him. "Merri Lee is helping me make some sample packages of cookies," Meg said, sounding like the only game she wanted to play right now was whack a Wolf.

Vlad stared at Simon. "Meg told the Elders they were . . ." "Bad puppies," Simon finished. "Yeah." A minute passed before Vlad said, "Why?" "They didn't say 'please' when they asked for cookies." "I don't know what to say." Simon scratched behind an ear that was now Wolf-shaped and furry. "That's okay. Meg said plenty for all of us.

What did you do to Zuulaman ?" "Zuulaman ? That's a word without meaning." "It's a place, as you very well know." Saetan shook his head. "It doesn't exist.

Do you know what the Sharkgard call humans on a ship?>

For a moment, Meg couldn't think, could barely breathe as a drawing of a cow with arrows pointing to the various cuts of meat popped into her head. Then she imagined a drawing of a human with the same kinds of arrows. Could there be a sign like that in the butcher shop?

The heart's need to make its journey through life calls to us. Some hearts will back away from the journey, too fearful to leave the familiar even though it withers. Others wills leap forward and never look back, bruising the hearts left behind. Pain will force some to begin the journey. For others, love will be a beacon that keeps them moving forward.

We are the tenants, not the landlords, a temple priest once said at a weekly gathering. We only borrow the air we breathe and the food we eat and the water we drink.

What you give comes back to you. It's not tit for tat--life isn't that simple--but what you give always comes back to you.

Opportunities and choices.

Have you taught her to kill, Priest? Can you teach her such a thing? She's so wise in her innocence, so innocent in her wisdom.

Despair made the deserts and hope shaped the oasis.

They will never be human. But it occurred to me that who the Others choose as a template determines if they mimic the best or the worst of what it means to be human.

why human males would train a female to shoot a gun and then tease her into being angry enough to shoot them.