337 Quotes by Kristin Cashore

She groped forward, hands and feet, in search of darkness, distance and solitude.

It was just that she had the need to tell him something honest, something honest and unhappy, because cheerful lies tonight were too depressing and too sharp, turning in on her like pins.

The more I see and hear, the more I realize how much I don’t know.

It’s hard to wake from a nightmare when the nightmare is real.

Po looked at her, but he didn’t see her. His eyes snapped, silver ice and gold fire.

In the saddle again, Fire mulled over the commander’s trust, prodding it around, like a candy in her mouth, trying to decide whether she believed it.

You won’t even take your bow? Are you planning to throttle a moose with your bare hands, then?

Get some sleep in here, will you? Both of you, girl and horse. And I hope you’ll tell me someday, Fire, why you did it.” With a swirl of skirts and a click of the latch, Roen was gone. Fire closed her eyes and considered the question. She’d done it because she’d had to. An apology for the life of her father, who’d created a world of lawlessness where towns like Gray Haven fell under the attack of looters. And she’d done it to show Roen’s son that she was on his side. And also to keep him alive.

Still doing your best to ruin the horses, I see.