7 Quotes by Rachel Neumeier

Fire will run like poetry through your blood.

The desert at night was black and a strange madder-tinted silver; the sky was black, and the great contorted cliffs, and the vast expanses of sand that stretched out in all directions. But the red moon cast a pale crimson-tinged luminescence over everything, and far above the stars were glittering points of silver.

A king who is renowned for mercy," said the Arobern, with heavy irony, "must also be renowned in equal measure for injustice.

It is poor solace to speak of the passing of time and grief," the master said. His quiet voice had gone somehow bleak, though Araene could not decide where in his unchanging tone the difference lay. "We do not wish our grief to fade, for it marks the love and honor in which we held our lost kinsmen. Nevertheless, permit me to assure you that while you may find peace a barren desert, yet eventually it may bloom.

Trei did not stay to look out at the city, but went to find his cousin. He went smiling, and with a lightness to his step almost as though he were flying, for he felt at last that he had, indeed come home.

Some men are not capable of learning anything that does not agree with their own opinions.

The sea is made of salt tears we say and the waves are made of the griefs of men but I am sorry so many should fall upon you.