Cast in Flame

Some days, Kaylin fervently wished that she had already passed Adult 101 and could get on with being the person she wanted to be.

There is never a guarantee, where hope is concerned; hope touches the edge of dream, but it is not a simple dream. It wants work, and sometimes it is bitterly painful―but no life is lived for long without it.

Maybe home is something we have to make, and remake, over and over. But it's hard to make things when you're afraid―or you're certain—that they'll just be broken.

Never anger the idealistic. They feel right is on their side—and right excuses much.

Hope. Such a simple word, to hold so much. I like it,” she added. “I think it’s appropriate.

It can't be any worse than whatever it is Annarion's doing." "You are devoid of an active imagination, which is disappointing considering the experience you have now amassed.

Evanton creaked his way toward the sound of the bell at a speed that made snails look fast—if he decided to answer the door at all. If you made the mistake of ringing the bell while he was already on the way, he got angry. Kaylin had learned this early. On the other hand, if he’d actually failed to hear the door when she was expected, and she failed to ring the bell a second time, he also got angry. It was very much lose-lose, with hope wedged in to add anxiety.

Kaylin glanced at the small dragon, who exhaled the sigh of the long-suffering everywhere.

You are, if I understand correctly, Chosen. It is your responsibility to use the words given you to...finish things. To resolve stories that have been left hanging; to offer closure to the things abandoned long ago.

geography bends to the dictate of will.