“Frine gestured toward her. 'This new power of yours is dangerous, Kara.'
She shrugged.
'These are dangerous times.”
“He’d never wanted a woman as much as he wanted Kara, and he was prepared to spend forever with her if she wanted that as well. - Braeden”
“Your race doesn’t define you. -Richard”
“We’re vagabonds. We value freedom. -Kara”
“It’s like you said all those months ago—people expect the Vagabond to be a hero. I have to act like one. -Kara”
“This was home. Ourea was home. And as tired as she was of fighting, she would kill to protect that.”
“I almost let him die. I did. I’m not proud of that now. It was a mistake. But when all you can think of is revenge, you don’t think straight. I haven’t for a long time. I’ve plotted and manipulated and stolen to get what I want, and it’s cost me everything. When I lost my mother, I lost a bit of myself to the hatred. It clouded my judgment. I couldn’t think straight anymore, and I lost both my father and brother because of it. I lost the love of my life. I lost the respect of my fellow Bloods. I lost control over you. By using deception to get my revenge, I lost everything, Kara. I lost everything that ever used to matter to me. - Blood Gavin”
“Many of the vagabonds found me. They despise the way the war is being handled. They see the way your agendas inhibit progress but had no way to let their voice be heard. I gave them a way.-Kara”
“He isn’t fighting for you. He’s fighting for Ourea. For yakona. For everything that lives within a lichgate. - Kara”
“She grinned and inched closer. He became an blur, but she wanted to savor every bit of him—the oaky musk of his cologne, the sparks his warm touch shot through her.”
“He pouted—full on pouted. A prince. Pouting. - Kara, re: Braeden”
“What are you?” he [Blood Carden] asked, his red eyes wide.
“Efficient,” Kara answered.”
“The modest acknowledge their mistakes. The wise both confess to their failures and vow to never repeat them. But it takes a strong warrior to forgive herself as well.”
“It is funny what memories can do to you. How they can grip you by the throat, choke you, strangle you. And just when you thought you had it all sorted, too.”
“The gelding held still when he took the reins, swung nimbly onto the horse’s wide back and patted its withers. “You’ve grown fat on plains grass, Gnat. This journey will do you good.”
Martise’s eyes widened. “Gnat? His name is Gnat?” She stared at the mountain of horseflesh, heavily muscled and big-boned, with a girth that would make riding astride a challenge, and he stood at least seventeen hands high.
Gnat swung his large head in her direction, as if questioning her incredulity. Silhara stared down his nose, the expression made even more imperious by his high seat on the horse’s back. “I didn’t think ‘Butterfly’ suitable.”
A betraying flutter rose in her throat. “No,” she said, eyes tearing with the effort to hold in her laughter. “I suppose not.”
“A man lives his life only when he is marching, i thought, when he keeps marching onwards at any price. When he stops marching onwards, he decays. The joy of life is the joy of the experience that comes from feeling one's own strength.”
“… Mr. Og. most humans, in varying degrees, are already dead. In one way or another they’ve lost their dreams, their ambitions, their desire for a better life. They have surrendered their fight for self esteem and they have compromised their great potential. They’ve settled for a life of mediocrity, days of despair and nights of tears. There are no more than living deaths confined to cemeteries of their choice. Yet they need not remain in that state. They can be resurrected from their sorry condition. They can each performe the greatest miracle in the world. They can each come back from the dead…”
“We have become obsessed with what is good about small classrooms and oblivious about what also can be good about large classes. It’s a strange thing isn't it, to have an educational philosophy that thinks of the other students in the classroom with your child as competitors for the attention of the teacher and not allies in the adventure of learning.”
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