Quotes from Jessica Day George

Aye. There's time enough between battles to knit a dozen scarves and a hundred stockings, as well I know." He gave a little bark of laughter. "I thought soldiers spent their idle time dicing and wenching." She gave a surprisingly girlish giggle.

There are three truths I have come to learn in the year since the Dragon War. The first is that both humans and dragons have the capacity to be good or evil. The second is that even if you're doing something you love, you can still become bored with your work. And the third is that my business partner, Marta, will never be finished with her wedding gown. Either one of them.

If there was any truth to the legend of the Nine Daughters of Russaka, Petunia thought suddenly, this is precisely what one of them would look like now.

would have no chance to leave a better one.

better than any person living there, and thought she knew what to

My love, my love, do not forsake me. ~Anthea Cross-Thornley

You are the Wing, I see it clearly," said a voice behind her. She whirled to see That Awful Man standing no more than a pace away. "And you are more than that," he said. "You are a houri, taunting me with your gray eyes and your delectable form!

It rankled deeply that people who had never seen a battle should have such a strong aversion to the war. He'd actually seen people cross to the other side of the street to avoid passing him, and a man had spit at the sight of a crippled soldier begging outside the city gates.

Then they both laughed, because it was ludicrous to think that unicorns could be horrible in any way.

Come along, Rufus," she said, and gave another tug. He sighed and stopped chewing the door, following Celie.

the doors securely closed.

She was, surprisingly, an exquisite dancer

Love'? What do you know about love?" "It's at the heart of every story," Rollo said with authority. "If humans could avoid falling in love, you would never get yourselves into any trouble.

What does it say? Does he love you madly?

Even now, Dickon was upstairs, writing sonnets to his new love, while back at Seadown House, Marianne was writing 'Ella' on scraps of paper and then burning them.

But I really would love to give her a very special gift. I was hoping if I did, she might give me a kiss in return, instead of the brotherly hugs I always get instead.

Oliver's heart tried to pound its way out of his ribcage, but he ignored it. "I'm in love with Petunia," he announced. "And I want to help her.