Quotes from Cinda Williams Chima

You are not being paid to make assumptions

In his experience, the evil lived on while the innocent died.

You'd choose him over me?" "He ain't the one making me choose.

Love everywhere, and none for me.

We write that bad ending before we even get there." "Isn't that what makes us human? The ability to look at the present and predict what's likely to happen?" "But we're really not all that good at it, are we?

It had been weeks since anyone had even tried to kill him. As long as someone was trying to kill you, you knew you were important.

But music-good music-was by nature an intimate act.

Tal vez la lección más dura que Han había aprendido era que nadie es totalmente bueno o malo. Todo el mundo es una mezcla de ambas cosas.

Raisa tried to lift her head and look around, but couldn't seem to find the strength. "Where are they the assassins?" "They're already dead," Micah whispered in her ear. "I killed them on my way up. Else I would have been there sooner.

Nick often frequented the coffee houses and taverns down by the university, spending hours in philosophical dialogues with his friends.

Adrian. Adrian was alive, and he was at Oden's Ford. And no one had told her these four long years, because they thought she would do something stupid.

Matelon gripped both her hands. "We are soldiers," he said. "We are not game pieces on a board. Don't let them play us. Give this thing a chance." Lyss gently pulled free. "You're wrong, Captain," she said. "We never had a chance. At the end of the day, that is all that we are—game pieces. If you don't know that by now, you soon will.

The sergeant shrugged, not meeting Amon's eyes. '...You'll be shivering all right. Them Waterwalkers'll have you crying for your mommies.' 'I assume you're speaking from experience, sir?' Raisa asked.

Pirates having a tea party? Not possible.

Maybe I'm old-fashioned, but I don't approve of all this tampering with Weirstones," Millie said. "Swapping them from person to person, creating designer Weir, and all that. You never know what you're going to get. Though I must say, that Jack Swift is a very well-endowed young man. I wonder, though, if he'll be able to reproduce.

She spotted Cam Staunton in his dress blues, scouting the dessert table. As she watched, he scooped up two biscuits and stuffed them into his mouth. When he turned and saw Lyss watching, his face went scarlet, which contrasted nicely with the powdered sugar around his mouth.

But even a thornbush grows a flower sometimes. And sometimes the loveliest flower has poison at its heart.

Raisa's breath caught. "They clubbed you?" "Well." He looked sideways at her. "If you were any good, they'd miss.

A girl who would never play in a tournament. She'd been butchered by agents of the Red Rose when they'd been unable to steal her away.

Around the world, the magical guilds celebrated—all the while knowing that fear of dragons can't last forever.

And yet...somehow she knew that she'd seen him before. It was more the effect he had on her than anything about his appearance. It was like he gave off a scent that made her want to run headlong into trouble.

Sometimes it seemed to Raisa that life at court was designed to keep a person from thinking too much about anything in particular.

El nuevo amanecer encontró a la princesa heredera; al despertar, estaba agotada, y completamente vacía de sueños.

Lo besaba porque sabía que las oportunidades eran escasas para que tuviera muchos besos como este en su vida.