She doesn’t need the pack. She doesn’t need me.” I shot to my feet. “That’s not true,” I said hotly. He tilted his head a little, his eyes meeting mine. His eyes softened. “I misspoke,” he said in a steady voice. “She doesn’t need me to make sure she has enough food or a place to live-that is my privilege, but she doesn’t need me to do that. She doesn’t need me to keep her safe or to make her a whole person. She doesn’t need me to do anything except love her. Which I do.
It was like being leaned on by a very heavy, warm brick. A sexy brick.
Stop that, Anna scolded him. You don’t need to hurt because I do. But I do, Charles replied, more honestly than he intended.
I don't say goodbye very easily, Anna. Not gracefully or prettily.Goodbye tears your heart out and leaves it a feast for carrion birds who happen by.
She wondered that hope was so much harder then despair.
Time was such an odd thing. One moment you could talk to someone, then suddenly, they were gone.
Knowledge is a better weapon than a sword.
I can't protect you from knowledge.
I used my history degree about twice a year whether I needed to or not.
My mother was a children's librarian. I remember when traditional stories were revised for modern audiences until they bore only a nodding acquaintance with the originals, but were released as 'authentic Indian stories' when they were, in fact, nothing of the kind.
When I put magic into a book - whether it's a wizard or a crusty old werewolf - I'm asking a reader to swallow a huge leap that is counter to everything he or she knows. An extra big helping of reality makes that leap go down a lot easier.
