“And I'm the only one with a plan," Fitz reminded them.
"Hey- I've got plans," Keefe argued.
"Plans that don't involve tormenting Dame Alina," Fitz clarified.
"But those are always the best plans!”
“Because our family doesn't decide who we are. WE decide who we are. Believe me, it drives my parents crazy. And sometimes, that's the only thought that gets me through the day.”
“Sparkles also make everything better. Well, except alicorn poop."
"I don't know. I think sparkly poop is way better than regular poop."
"That's because you've never fallen into a pile of it.”
“Ugh, they’ve been at it all day,” Fitz grumbled. “It’s been hours of ‘Look—I’m invisible. Now I’m not! Now I am!’” Biana rolled her eyes as she reappeared. “Like you were any less annoying with your ‘I can tell you what you’re thinking right now! And now! And now!”
“Aura of doom?" Keefe asked, a smirk curling his lips. "Sounds like my kind of party.”
“You must think I'm a total idiot."
"Nah. I am starting to wonder if you're trying to beat Keefe's record for biggest interspeciesial episode- and if you are, I'm pretty sure you've won. The Great Gulon Incident was epic, but it didn't almost start a war.”
“I wish I could give you a world where everything was perfect and shining and safe. I used to think that's what we had..." He shook his head. "I've realized now that our world doesn't define us. We define our world. And I hope you'll fill yours with as much light and happiness as you can."
"You realize how silly that sounds, right?"
"I do. But after everything that's happened, I think we could all use a bit more silly in our lives.”
“And interfering with the Council's decisions is a treasonous offense."
Grady snorted. "Not if the Council's gone crazy.”
“No matter how many times the elves explained the "illumination in a darkened world" analogy, she would never stop thinking it was weird to have a school named after glowing fungus.”
“Let’s go join the Black Swan!”
“But . . . I know your heart was in the right place—even if your brain had clearly gone on vacation for the afternoon.”
“The right road is rarely the easy road. And no war is ever fought without casualties."
"Is that what this is?" Sophie asked. "A war?"
"Unfortunately, yes. A quiet war to stop a louder one from raging. You may hate me for asking this of him, but this is the cold reality we all face. We cannot control the actions of others, nor stop them from disappointing us. We can only use the anger and pain to fuel us. To help us rise above.”
“Remember who you can trust, and keep them close.”
“She wasn't going to cry. She was going to fight.”
“It takes a special person to see darkness inside of someone and not condemn them.”
“Because if she was right, then . . . Brant hadn’t just been with Jolie the day she’d died. He’d set the fire that killed her.”
“The wind—or maybe Keefe—must’ve thrown back his father’s hood. But it wasn’t his father facing him. It was Lady Gisela. Keefe’s mom.”
“She was tempted to ask if they were journeying with a hobbit to reclaim the Lonely Mountain.”
“The rest of the Council nodded in agreement, except Terik and Oralie, and—quite surprisingly—Bronte. She only had three supporters,”
“I already did a cave of horrors thing with you a few weeks ago, and it wasn't awesome.”
“I know that I was a total jerk for a few weeks. But I do trust you," Fitz told Sophie. "I hope you trust me.”
“I've realized now that our world doesn't define us. We define our world. And I hope you'll fill yours with as much light and happiness as you can.”
“But he was also the boy who’d shown up on her class field trip and shown her where she really belonged. The one who’d let her cry on his shoulder when she had to leave her family, and who’d gone out searching for her in the middle of nowhere, just because he’d heard her voice in his head.”
“Dex was the boy who’d tackled the kidnappers so she could try to get away. He’d suffered in silence as they burned him over and over because he didn’t want them to do it to her. He was her first friend— her best friend— and he just wanted to keep her safe.”
“Things are happening, and I need your help. When and where can we meet?”
“Most of it was boring stuff. Complaints he was getting about tomorrow’s healing. Something about Grady not making any progress on the dwarves. But there was one thing I knew I had to tell you. A goblin patrol found some new tracks outside the Sanctuary. They were far away from the gates, and whoever made them was only there briefly. But one of the footprints definitely belonged to an ogre.”
“The Councillors had to be pretty concerned if they were willing to rely on Keefe. . .”
“You're a terrible cook, Daniel."
"I know," he replied, "But it's the effort that counts."
"I hope that's not the slogan for your dental practice.”
“Volví a pie a la oficina. Frau Protze estaba limpiando el cristal del amarillento grabado de Tilly colgado de la pared de mi sala de espera, y observando con una cierta diversión los apuros del burgomaestre de Rothenburg. Cuando cruzaba la puerta, el teléfono empezó a sonar. Frau Protze me sonrió y luego entró ágilmente en su cubículo para contestar, dejándome que contemplara de nuevo el cuadro limpio. Hacía mucho tiempo que no lo había mirado de verdad. Al burgomaestre, que había suplicado a Tilly, comandante del ejército alemán del siglo XVII, que no destruyera su ciudad, le fue exigido por su conquistador que bebiera seis litros de cerveza sin respirar. Según recuerdo la historia, el burgomaestre consiguió realizar esa extraordinaria hazaña de beodo y la ciudad se salvó. Era, siempre lo había pensado, característicamente alemán.”
“As often as Herman had witnessed the slaughter of animals and fish, he always had the same thought: in their behaviour towards creatures, all men were Nazis. The smugness with which man could do with other species as he pleased exemplified the most extreme racist theories, the principle that might is right.”
“One never really knew just how taxing pain was till one was free of it and could feel the difference.”
“ーEscribí algo para ti, ーla corrigió con una sonrisa y comenzó a tocar.
Ella escuchó emocionada; comenzó lento, sencillo, su control sobre el arco producía un sonido armónico. La melodía la lleno tan fresca y dulce como el agua, tan esperanzadora y adorable como un amanecer. Miró a sus dedos fascinada por el movimiento tan exquisito que hacia que las notas salieran del violín. El sonido se volvió mas profundo conforme el arco se movía mas rápido, el antebrazo de Jem se desplazaba hacia adelante y atrás, su delgado cuerpo parecía difuminarse con el movimiento de su hombro. Sus dedos se deslizaban cuidadosamente arriba y abajo, el tono de la música profundizó, como nubes de tormenta reuniéndose en un horizonte brillante, un río que se convertía en torrente. Las notas se estrellaban a sus pies aumentando el sonido, el cuerpo entero de Jem parecía moverse en sintonía con los sonidos que emanaban del instrumento, a pesar de que ella sabia que sus pies se encontraban firmes en el suelo. Su corazón encontró la paz con la música, los ojos de Jem estaban cerrados, las comisuras de sus labios mostraban un gesto de dolor. Una parte de ella quería correr a sus pies, rodearlo con sus brazos; la otra otra parte no quería que se detuviera la música, el hermoso sonido de él. Era como si él hubiera tomado su arco utilizándolo como un pincel para pintar, creando un lienzo en el cual su alma se muestra claramente. Cuando las ultimas notas se alzaron más y más alto, llegando a tocar el paraíso, Tessa estuvo consciente de que su rostro estaba húmedo, pero no fue hasta que la ultima nota dejo de sonar y él bajo el violín cuando se dio que estaba llorando.”
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