23 Quotes by Sarah E. Morin

Did you want to save me now or does later fit better into your schedule?

His princess was dusty.

The day of the ball came at last, and with it the tedious and delightful rituals of femininity.

His sister. Sweet. But a seventeen-year-old in a gorgeous new dress does not want to be told by any sort of prince, Rescuing or Regular, that she reminds him of his eleven-year-old sister.

He jammed the sodden cap back on. The lumps of cloth clung to his skull like an overweight cat afraid of heights, and ruined the image of dignity.

There are as many versions of good as there are politicians.

You couldn’t save people who didn’t want to be saved from themselves. First, they never stayed saved. Second, rescue pressed too deep turned into violation. If Brierly stood ready to throw herself from her tower, of course he’d yank her back. It would be another thing to tie her to a chair so she didn’t get too close to the edge again. What was love? Letting her have her own way, even if it killed her? Or demanding his?

That’s what he reminded her of. Rock. She could see the Conquisani line in him, though his features were not so well-crafted as Cryndien’s or Arpien’s. He was not so tall, either. Broader. More muscle. A boulder. His eyes were set deep in his face, his stern brow set over them like a guard to discourage anyone from searching within. He reminded Nissa of a half-finished granite statue. Or a slightly depressed brown bear.

Invisible people see invisible things.