45 Quotes by Traci Chee

If you want to save him, you can't keep him.

He'd find a way to cheat death—or die, gloriously, trying.

What is written comes to pass.

Were there signs for each of the stars, and grains of sand on the beach? For tree or rock or river? For home? Would they look as beautiful as they sounded, hovering in the air?

An infinite supply of paper, to be sure, but nothing more than paper, strewn with marks like debris from an explosion.

People passed stories from mouth to mouth like kisses, or plagues, until they flowed down the streets, into gutters, streams, and rivers, down to the ocean itself.

Once there was, but it would not always be. This is the ending of every story.

That’s the stuff stories are made of.”“But she died.” Lac’s voice broke, embarrassingly.“That’s the thing, kid.” The man refilled Lac’s empty mug from a crystal decanter. “Heroes die all the time.

There were three ways to kill a king:You could face him with all the force of your military might, and in the end one of you would fall.You could stab him from behind like a coward, cringing in the shadows.Or you could kill him slowly, from the inside out, so he wouldn't even know until it was too late. If you did your job right, he might even thank you for it.These were the differences between Soldiers, Assassins, and Politicians.Only Politicians did it with a certain flair.