Quotes About Sarah Monette

I gave up on cussing - I'd run out of words filthy enough - and just started praying.

I gave up on cussing - I'd run out of words filthy enough - and just started praying.

He rolled the syllables of my name out of his mouth as if they were at once contemptible and marvelous.

I had a moment of clarity, a moment when the world snapped into place like a dislocated joint back into its socket.

It was a woman's voice, deep and smooth with an edge on it like a knife. Vey Coruscant, Her Majesty of Blood.

She looked at me, her eyes mocking and mean and sad all at the same time.

All my worst, Bastion-trained instincts came surging up, and I slid off my shoes and trailed along behind her with no heels.