80 Quotes by Sharon Shinn

Why had the counterfeit timbre of his voice rung true to me? What had prompted me to believe a man who spent most of his life dissembling? Why had I, usually so suspicious, become so credulous and simpleminded in his presence? Was it just that I had wanted to hear someone tell me he loved me? Was it just that the words he spoke, the vows he swore, were so freighted with sweetness that they would have seemed true no matter who spoke them?

If mankind's greatest achievement is to produce more spaces for mankind to live in, I do not think I am so impressed.

For people who make up stories for a living, that is the ultimate success: knowing that, when the book closes, when the series ends, the adventure is not over. It goes on without the creator, in the minds of the people who love it. You can’t stop the signal. Once it’s broadcast, it continues on forever, pulsing past star clusters, lighting up new worlds, collecting new fans, till the end of time itself.

How did they find out?" Donnal inquired. "Did you set them on fire?""You know, it's so rare that I actually do that, and yet that's always the first question anyone asks me." -Senneth

And if I should leave you, for any reason," he added, tightening his grip as she struggled to free her hand, "I will return to you. That is as certain as the sun rising tomorrow morning and the thunderbolt falling tomorrow night. That is as sure as the god's existence. I will come back to you, or I will find you - over and over again, as often as we are parted, until the end of the world itself.

You almost threw it back!' she repeated, and her voice filled with mock horror.'You foolish boy! Are you always so careless with items of value?''No,' he said, abruptly sober. 'I know what matters. And I never throw those things away. I hold on to them as long as I can.

She was smiling as she leaned toward Reed, who stooped down to put his lips against her ear. He would tell her that he wanted to travel to Merendon, or Marring Cross or Cranfield, someplace far away and exotic. He was the sort of man whose wish altered every year.He said in a voice that only she could hear: "I wish you were not my sister."She pulled back and stared up at him. He smiled, his face just faintly touched with sadness, and tossed his true-love into the fire.

I'm fascinated by the idea of disparate, difficult people learning to trust each other when they're thrust into hellish circumstances.

Family tends to be one of the recurring themes in my fiction.