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Still doing your best to ruin the horses, I see.

Kristin Cashore

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Kristin Cashore
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: June 10
Novelist
Writer
Boston
Massachusetts
Ruins
Horse
Stills
Still
Best
Horses
Ruin

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I wish people would stop hitting Po, whispered Bitterblue. Well, Giddon said. Yes. I'm hoping Skye is following my model. Punch Po go on a long trip feel better come back and make up.
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Tell me what I can do to help you feel better. Well...I always like when you kiss me... Do you? You're good at it. Well, that's lucky. Because I'll always be kissing you.
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I think.' she said, 'that sometimes we don't feel the things that we are. But others can feel them.
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He made her drunk, this man made her drunk and every time his eyes flashed into hers she could not breathe.
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My life is an apology for the life of my father.
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I'm not such a bad fighter myself, Skye said. Po exploded with laughter. Oh, fight him, Katsa. Please fight him. I can't imagine a more entertaining diversion.
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Please, Katsa, he finally said. At least talk to me. She swung around to face him. What it there to talk about? You know how I feel, and what I think about it. And what I feel? Doesn't it matter?
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She didn't want to go far, just out of the trees so she could see the stars. They always eased her loneliness. She thought of them as beautiful creatures, burning and cold each solitary, and bleak, and silent like her.
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Then she marched to the pillows and beat them mercilessly until they lay puffed out like obedient clouds.
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His name was Death. It was pronounced to rhyme with teeth, but Bitterblue liked to mispronounce it by accident on occassion.
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There was no helping her tears. For they would leave Po behind… She cried into his shoulder like a child. Ashamed of herself, for it was only a parting, and Bitterblue had not wept like this even over a death. ‘Don’t be ashamed,' Po whispered. ‘Your sadness is dear to me. Don’t be frightened. I won’t die, Katsa. I won’t die, and we’ll meet again.
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And of course she understood now why her body wanted to run whenever he appeared. It was a correct instinct, for there was nothing to be got from this but sadness.
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She'd lost her fury, somewhere, as they'd talked. She didn't feel it anymore. She wished she did, because she preferred it to the emptiness that had settled in its place.
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