142 Quotes by Susan Dennard

Most people wanted to escape. Get out of their heads. Out of their lives. Stories are the easiest way to do that.

This girl had fought Aeduan – tricked him and broken his spine. She had battled city guards and faced cleaved Poisonwitches head-on, yet never had Aeduan seen her show fear.

And there it was – that was who she was. Split right down the middle, she bore her father’s strength, her father’s drive. She carried her mother’s compassion, her mother’s love for Nubrevna.

Please just get us through this alive.

Of course, the three men in the tavern who’d decided to attack Iseult had never made it back home at all. At least not with intact femurs.

But he could smirk at her – and wave too. A flicker of his right fingers and then a tapping of his right palm.

What is life except perception?

The music slowed. She pulled away first, slinking back the required four steps. Merik didn’t look away from her face, and he only distantly noticed that, as she pulled away, his Windwitchery seemed to settle. Her skirts stopped swishing, her hair fluttered back to her shoulders.

Someone’s magic was cleaving.