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“You’re a good girl, Elisa. God was right to choose you.”
― The Girl of Fire and Thorns
― The Girl of Fire and Thorns
“Like all good teachers, he loves the moment of revelation, when the light of knowledge passes to his pupil.”
― The Girl of Fire and Thorns
― The Girl of Fire and Thorns
“I don't care if it's Twilight or Fifty Shades or War and Peace; never let someone make you ashamed of what you love to read.”
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“So far, the only people who’ve tried to hurt us or take our stuff is other Christians. Like those claim jumpers.”
― Like a River Glorious
― Like a River Glorious
“I must be redeemed or married off because it’s convenient for someone. And it doesn’t matter whether their intentions are wicked,”
― Walk on Earth a Stranger
― Walk on Earth a Stranger
“Morning,� comes a voice at my ear, and I jump. It’s Jefferson McCauley Kingfisher, bleary faced and yawning, suspenders hanging at his sides. His black hair is badly mussed, like a family of mice nested there during the night. “What’s got you so tickled?� he grumbles in response to my smile.
“You have Andrew Jackson hair.�
Jefferson frowns like he just bit into a sour persimmon. “He’s the last fellow I care to resemble. You know what he did.�
I wince. “I was just thinking about the picture they had at school and . . . I mean, I’m sorry.�
He runs his fingers through his hair. “Well, so long as I don’t have Andrew Jackson eyebrows, I’m still the finest-looking fellow for at least”—he glances back at our distant camp, toward Becky Joyner at the griddle, the Hoffman boys helping their father check the wagon, Henry Meek grooming his scant beard—“a hundred feet.�
I harrumph at that. Jefferson is the finest-looking young man for a hundred miles, but I’d never say so aloud. Wouldn’t want it to go to his mussy-haired head”
― Like a River Glorious
“You have Andrew Jackson hair.�
Jefferson frowns like he just bit into a sour persimmon. “He’s the last fellow I care to resemble. You know what he did.�
I wince. “I was just thinking about the picture they had at school and . . . I mean, I’m sorry.�
He runs his fingers through his hair. “Well, so long as I don’t have Andrew Jackson eyebrows, I’m still the finest-looking fellow for at least”—he glances back at our distant camp, toward Becky Joyner at the griddle, the Hoffman boys helping their father check the wagon, Henry Meek grooming his scant beard—“a hundred feet.�
I harrumph at that. Jefferson is the finest-looking young man for a hundred miles, but I’d never say so aloud. Wouldn’t want it to go to his mussy-haired head”
― Like a River Glorious
“Do not think, Elisa. Just do.”
― The Girl of Fire and Thorns
― The Girl of Fire and Thorns
“My face warms under the scrutiny of silence, and I’m almost relieved when he launches into his eulogy. To my dismay, it turns out to be a sermon.”
― Walk on Earth a Stranger
― Walk on Earth a Stranger
“Almost there, Elisa,� Aneaxi assures, but”
― Fire and Thorns
― Fire and Thorns
“When the rain finally abates, I decide to wait out the night instead of trying to climb in the dark.”
― The Girl of Fire and Thorns
― The Girl of Fire and Thorns
“Don’t think, Elisa. Just do.”
― The Bitter Kingdom
― The Bitter Kingdom
“I wasn't done with you. I was just getting started with me.”
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“There was nothing more dangerous than a true believer.”
― Most Wanted
― Most Wanted
“Arina's face goes blank at his words, her brow smooth as butter.”
― The Girl of Fire and Thorns
― The Girl of Fire and Thorns
“Thank you, friend, the little blue droid called to him. You may have saved the galaxy today. I will never forget you.”
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“Of all of them, Leia had been unturnable.”
― Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker
― Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker
“The reverend bristles. “Have you all turned savage?� he says. “Mr. Westfall is offering you safety. Honest pay for honest work.� He shakes his head as if overcome by deep sorrow. “‘For the love of money is the root of all evil—’�
“Oh, quit your sermonizing!� I holler. I’ve had it with thieving, self-righteous pigs. “No one wants to hear Scripture right now, especially from you.�
He straightens in his saddle and opens his mouth to stubborn it out.
“You’re not going to propose to me again, are you, preacher? Because if you do, my ‘no� might be accompanied by a boot in your face.�
“I think—�
“I think you should be on your way. You’ve said your piece.”
― Like a River Glorious
“Oh, quit your sermonizing!� I holler. I’ve had it with thieving, self-righteous pigs. “No one wants to hear Scripture right now, especially from you.�
He straightens in his saddle and opens his mouth to stubborn it out.
“You’re not going to propose to me again, are you, preacher? Because if you do, my ‘no� might be accompanied by a boot in your face.�
“I think—�
“I think you should be on your way. You’ve said your piece.”
― Like a River Glorious
“respond. She looks like a doll, her eyes glassy within a sculpture of frozen contentment, lips slightly parted. Gently, I reach forward and close her eyes with my fingertips, hoping it will make her seem merely asleep. But”
― The Girl of Fire and Thorns
― The Girl of Fire and Thorns
“Steer well! The harbor just ahead
Aglow with glory’s ray,
Will on thee golden luster shed,
From out the gates of day,
And waiting there are longing hands
That thrill to clasp thine own,
And lead thee through the heav’nly land
Into the bright unknown.”
― Into the Bright Unknown
Aglow with glory’s ray,
Will on thee golden luster shed,
From out the gates of day,
And waiting there are longing hands
That thrill to clasp thine own,
And lead thee through the heav’nly land
Into the bright unknown.”
― Into the Bright Unknown
“Ommin”
― The Rise of Skywalker
― The Rise of Skywalker
“That's why I didn't die, I realize with a start. Mistress Jacoma obsessively painted herself into an early grave. Lucián drained his youth carving the Hand of God, which now sits in my throne room at home. I would have driven myself to death too, were it not for my friends. They helped shoulder the burden.”
― The Bitter Kingdom
― The Bitter Kingdom
“My home is not a place; it's people.”
― Like a River Glorious
― Like a River Glorious
“I don’t care about any of this, just that King Alejandro is ugly.”
― The Girl of Fire and Thorns
― The Girl of Fire and Thorns
“Can’t we go another way?�
“Nope. Only way to reach the green grass of Oregon or the sweet gold of California is through hell itself.�
I roll my eyes. The Major has been especially colorful since his amputation, cussing and exaggerating and telling tall tales. He reminds me of Daddy, except not fit for female company.”
― Walk on Earth a Stranger
“Nope. Only way to reach the green grass of Oregon or the sweet gold of California is through hell itself.�
I roll my eyes. The Major has been especially colorful since his amputation, cussing and exaggerating and telling tall tales. He reminds me of Daddy, except not fit for female company.”
― Walk on Earth a Stranger
“I wanted to do something important like that. Something that would change the world for everyone who came after me.”
― Any Sign of Life
― Any Sign of Life
“There’s Tom,� Becky says. He’s been tromping around the city half the day, but I don’t see a speck of mud on him. Though he dresses plain, it always seems he rolls out of bed in the morning with his hair and clothes as neat and ordered as his arguments.
We walk over to join him, and he acknowledges us with a slight, perfectly controlled nod.
He’s one of the college men, three confirmed bachelors who left Illinois College to join our wagon train west. Compared to the other two, Tom Bigler is a bit of a closed book—one of those big books with tiny print you use as a doorstop or for smashing bugs. And he’s been closing up tighter and tighter since we blew up Uncle Hiram’s gold mine, when Tom negotiated with James Henry Hardwick to get us out of that mess.
“How goes the hunt for an office?� I ask.
“Not good,� Tom says. “I found one place—only one place—and it’s a cellar halfway up the side of one those mountains.� Being from Illinois, which I gather is flat as a griddle, Tom still thinks anything taller than a tree is a mountain. “Maybe eight foot square, no windows and a dirt floor, and they want a thousand dollars a month for it.�
“Is it the cost or the lack of windows that bothers you?�
He pauses. Sighs. “Believe it or not, that’s a reasonable price. Everything else I’ve found is worse—five thousand a month for the basement of the Ward Hotel, ten thousand a month for a whole house. The land here is more valuable than anything on it, even gold. I’ve never seen so many people trying to cram themselves into such a small area.�
“So it’s the lack of windows.�
He gives me a side-eyed glance. “I came to California to make a fortune, but it appears a fortune is required just to get started. I may have to take up employment with an existing firm, like this one.� Peering at us more closely, he says, “I thought you were going to acquire the Joyner house? I mean, I’m glad to see you, but it seems things have gone poorly?�
“They’ve gone terribly,� Becky says.
“They haven’t gone at all,� I add.
“They’ll only release it to Mr. Joyner,� Becky says.
Tom’s eyebrows rise slightly. “I did mention that this could be a problem, remember?�
“Only a slight one,� I say with more hope than conviction.
“Without Mr. Joyner’s signature,� Becky explains, “they’ll sell my wedding cottage at auction. Our options are to buy back what’s ours, which I don’t want to do, or sue to recover it, which is why I’ve come to find you.�
If I didn’t know Tom so well, I might miss the slight frown turning his lips. He says, “There’s no legal standing to sue. Andrew Junior is of insufficient age, and both his and Mr. Joyner’s closest male relative would be the family patriarch back in Tennessee. You see, it’s a matter of cov—�
“Coverture!� says Becky fiercely. “I know. So what can I do?�
“There’s always robbery.�
I’m glad I’m not drinking anything, because I’m pretty sure I’d spit it over everyone in range.
“Tom!� Becky says. “Are you seriously suggesting�?�
“I’m merely outlining your full range of options. You don’t want to buy it back. You have no legal standing to sue for it. That leaves stealing it or letting it go.�
This is the Tom we’ve started to see recently. A little angry, maybe a little dangerous. I haven’t made up my mind if I like the change or not.
“I’m not letting it go,� Becky says. “Just because a bunch of men pass laws so other men who look just like them can legally steal? Doesn’t mean they should get away with it.�
We’ve been noticed; some of the men in the office are eyeing us curiously. “How would you go about stealing it back, Tom?� I ask in a low voice, partly to needle him and partly to find out what he really thinks.
He glances around, brows knitting. “I suppose I would get a bunch of men who look like me to pass some laws in my favor and then take it back through legal means.�
I laugh in spite of myself.
“You’re no help at all,� Becky says.”
― Into the Bright Unknown
We walk over to join him, and he acknowledges us with a slight, perfectly controlled nod.
He’s one of the college men, three confirmed bachelors who left Illinois College to join our wagon train west. Compared to the other two, Tom Bigler is a bit of a closed book—one of those big books with tiny print you use as a doorstop or for smashing bugs. And he’s been closing up tighter and tighter since we blew up Uncle Hiram’s gold mine, when Tom negotiated with James Henry Hardwick to get us out of that mess.
“How goes the hunt for an office?� I ask.
“Not good,� Tom says. “I found one place—only one place—and it’s a cellar halfway up the side of one those mountains.� Being from Illinois, which I gather is flat as a griddle, Tom still thinks anything taller than a tree is a mountain. “Maybe eight foot square, no windows and a dirt floor, and they want a thousand dollars a month for it.�
“Is it the cost or the lack of windows that bothers you?�
He pauses. Sighs. “Believe it or not, that’s a reasonable price. Everything else I’ve found is worse—five thousand a month for the basement of the Ward Hotel, ten thousand a month for a whole house. The land here is more valuable than anything on it, even gold. I’ve never seen so many people trying to cram themselves into such a small area.�
“So it’s the lack of windows.�
He gives me a side-eyed glance. “I came to California to make a fortune, but it appears a fortune is required just to get started. I may have to take up employment with an existing firm, like this one.� Peering at us more closely, he says, “I thought you were going to acquire the Joyner house? I mean, I’m glad to see you, but it seems things have gone poorly?�
“They’ve gone terribly,� Becky says.
“They haven’t gone at all,� I add.
“They’ll only release it to Mr. Joyner,� Becky says.
Tom’s eyebrows rise slightly. “I did mention that this could be a problem, remember?�
“Only a slight one,� I say with more hope than conviction.
“Without Mr. Joyner’s signature,� Becky explains, “they’ll sell my wedding cottage at auction. Our options are to buy back what’s ours, which I don’t want to do, or sue to recover it, which is why I’ve come to find you.�
If I didn’t know Tom so well, I might miss the slight frown turning his lips. He says, “There’s no legal standing to sue. Andrew Junior is of insufficient age, and both his and Mr. Joyner’s closest male relative would be the family patriarch back in Tennessee. You see, it’s a matter of cov—�
“Coverture!� says Becky fiercely. “I know. So what can I do?�
“There’s always robbery.�
I’m glad I’m not drinking anything, because I’m pretty sure I’d spit it over everyone in range.
“Tom!� Becky says. “Are you seriously suggesting�?�
“I’m merely outlining your full range of options. You don’t want to buy it back. You have no legal standing to sue for it. That leaves stealing it or letting it go.�
This is the Tom we’ve started to see recently. A little angry, maybe a little dangerous. I haven’t made up my mind if I like the change or not.
“I’m not letting it go,� Becky says. “Just because a bunch of men pass laws so other men who look just like them can legally steal? Doesn’t mean they should get away with it.�
We’ve been noticed; some of the men in the office are eyeing us curiously. “How would you go about stealing it back, Tom?� I ask in a low voice, partly to needle him and partly to find out what he really thinks.
He glances around, brows knitting. “I suppose I would get a bunch of men who look like me to pass some laws in my favor and then take it back through legal means.�
I laugh in spite of myself.
“You’re no help at all,� Becky says.”
― Into the Bright Unknown
“That man’s so low he has to reach up to rub the belly of a snake.”
― Into the Bright Unknown
― Into the Bright Unknown
“That queen of yours played me like Vihuela, didn't she"
"Yes" Hector agrees, and though his face is solemn, his eyes shine.”
― The Crown of Embers
"Yes" Hector agrees, and though his face is solemn, his eyes shine.”
― The Crown of Embers
“Nurse Ximena”
― The Girl of Fire and Thorns
― The Girl of Fire and Thorns
