Quotes from Anne Bishop

A shining fortune. Humans have killed each other for a single gem.

Stupid body. Stupider brain for not posting a sign that said DREAM THREAT—PLEASE IGNORE.

Friends were valued. Family—pack—was valued. And the loss of a member wasn't forgotten.

The moon waxes and wanes. The tides ebb and flow. The seasons turn, each in their own time. Ever changing, never changing. Of course you'll change. The dance of life spirals, remember? Even when you return to a point, you're not in the same place. The dance would have changed you, whether you'd come here or stayed home.

We are drawn to the Light... others are drawn to the darkness that lives within the human heart... there will always be such hearts. There will always be that choice. If that wasn't true, then a heart that walks in the Light has made no choice at all.

If we don't find what we seek what happen then? Nothing? Everything? Are we set free by our failure, or are we doomed because we failed to find the answer that would have saved us? And how are we supposed to know the difference?

This year he'd been caught up in a whirlwind called Jaenelle Angelline-as impossible to deflect as she was to stop-and he had become an accomplice in all sorts of schemes that, even in their innocence, had been thrilling

Dear Jean, I have seen a deer. I have petted a pony. I helped plant a garden. I have smelled earth and felt it in my hands. You watched the sun rise. These things are worth the struggle to live outside. Your friend, Meg

A dumb-ass piece of wisdom that has been proven wrong too many times to count. Words can cause as much damage as a fist. They can leave deep scars that never fully heal. And they can kill.

he was the friend who would become an enemy in order to remain a friend. 3

Frustration fills his golden eyes. "What Queen? Who is coming?" "The living myth," I whisper. "Dreams made flesh." His shock is replaced instantly by a fierce hunger. "You're sure?" The room is a swirling mist. He's the only thing still in sharp focus. He's the only thing I need. "I saw her in the tangled web, Daemon. I saw her.

A leader needs to look beyond his own kind, needs the obedience of everyone in the Courtyard because we're surrounded by the enemy.

When it comes to being selected for a thankless job, the man who leaves the room just before the vote is the fool who gets the job.

May I offer you some advice?" Saetan asked. "Not as your father or as the Steward of the court, but as a man who talked to Marian this morning." Misery filling his gold eyes, Lucivar said, "What's your advice?" Saetan smiled dryly. "Get your ass home in time for dinner.

Easy enough to say you come from a wealthy family if no one can verify that fact.

You are my breath, my life, my heart.' " Saetan smiled. "Does that say enough?" Tears stung his eyes. "That says everything.

People will use anything that comes to hand when they're fighting for their lives—or for someone else's.

But in the end, the cookies won.

He waited until they were driving to work before he mentioned the morning field trip. "Why do a field trip?" Meg asked. "Because someone untied its shoes?" Meg frowned. "That makes no sense." "It makes as much sense as most human jokes." "That's true." Simon

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 an entire village.

Being human doesn't entitle us to grab what doesn't belong to us.

Any chance of persuading my Healer to add a bit of food to that?" Jaenelle's head popped out of the kitchen doorway. "How does a large slice of fresh bread soaked in beef broth sound?" About as edible as the table leg. "Do I have any choices?" "No." "Sounds wonderful.

Vlad said, sounding regretful. Simon replied.

Mrs. Beale made this. I can't cook." Lucifer took another mouthful and shrugged. "Cooking isn't that difficult." Then he looked up and wondered if a grown man had ever been beaten to death with a soup spoon.