Quotes from Patricia C. Wrede

That is quite enough of that," she said, handing the handkerchief to Shiara. "It does nothing constructive, it makes everyone else feel bad, and it is extremely self-indulgent. Drink your cider. You'll feel much better.

Do we have to invite all of them?" "We might as well," Cimorene said. "We're asking everyone else. And most of them are family." "I think it would be easier to elope," Mendanbar said.

Lord Daner isn't my boyfriend," Eleret said, annoyed. She'd let it go by once, but after two mentions, she had to correct him. Karvonen would drive her crazy if he kept referring to Daner that way. "Huh." Karvonen pursed his lips skeptically. "I'll bet it's not because he didn't try." "You'd lose." "Then Daner's an idiot," Karvonen said with feeling.

You don't understand," Mairelon said dully. "Kim doesn't want to marry a toff." Was that what was bothering him? "Well, of all the bacon-brained, sapskulled, squirish, buffle-headed nod cocks!" Kim said with as much indignation as she could muster. "I was talking about the marquis, not about you!" Mairelon's eyes kindled. "Then you would?" "You've whiddled it," Kim informed him.

But how did—" Shiara stopped because Telemain was stirring. A moment later he opened his eyes and looked up at all of us. "What was that?" he asked rather hazily. "That," said Morwen, "was a sword. They are long, pointed, and very sharp. You're lucky it didn't take your head off.

A plain sword. No wonder I couldn't block it. I thought it was a spell.

How goes the battle?

How's the battle?

Amidala, Panaka, and about half the troops climbed through; the others, and the Queen's handmaidens, stayed in the hall to hold off the battle droids. The

could land or take off from the planet. They hoped that the young Queen of Naboo would agree quickly to their demands. Then they could use Naboo as an example to persuade or force other planets to do the same. But

So I feel sorry for her. She really cares about that klutz in the tin can.

I schooled my countenance to convey my respect for their wisdom, my regard for their position, and the possibility that butter wouldn't melt in my mouth.

I gathered that Napoleon's feat in crossing the Alps paled in comparison with the Romans', who had been up and down these mountain passes more often than I have been up and down the back stairs at home. At first I found that a comforting thought, but as we ascended into the heights, my respect for the Romans increased. Imagine marching through such terrain wearing sandals.

Good morning, Morwen," Chairwitch Archaniz croaked. "What is this I hear about you growing lilacs in your garden?" "Since I don't know what you've heard, I can't answer you," Morwen replied. Come in and have some cider." ... "Don't be provoking, Morwen. You're a witch. You're supposed to grow poison oak and snakeroot and wolfbane, not lilacs. You'll get thrown out of the Deadly Nightshade Gardening Club if you aren't careful.

I'm the King, and I say you go to the dungeon instead of fighting wizards, and no argument.

Thank you very much," I said. "But I really ought to tell you: I'm not a lord." The dwarf smiled tolerantly. "Of course not, my lord. Is there anything else we can do for you?

he turned my hand over again and brushed a kiss across my knuckles. I experienced a nearly overpowering desire to hit him in the eye.

When things do go wrong, one would think that worry would've prepared one in some way. This is not the case.

I wasn't going to get anywhere if I kept avoiding things, and I might miss something important.

I think some people are lucky to be so fond of a place they are going back to. But it's not lucky if they let that blind them to the place they find themselves

the Queen of Alkyra can consort with whoever the Black she pleases!

Smiling, I picked up the other two bundles and followed happily after.

Shiara glanced up at me, then sighed. "Oh, all right. I'm sorry, Suz." The lizard twisted his head around. "You are?" He ran around the branch again and peered at her upside down from underneath the limb. "No, you're not at all. How disappointing. I accept." He ran back up on top of the branch.

I had to ask. "Do you really think everything I write down is about you?" Thomas said, "Well, this next bit had better be. I insist." It is very bad for Thomas's character when he gets his own way all the time. That's why I'm going to omit the next bit. If he has forgotten it in fifty years or so, too bad for him. I won't have.