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...that's how memory works ... Things disappear without your permission, then come back again without your permission.

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Kristin Cashore
Age: 48
Born: 1976
Born: June 10
Novelist
Writer
Boston
Massachusetts
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Things
Permission
Disappear
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Great seas, he said. What do you want? He held the candle up to her face. Po, what do you want? She did a far better job than I would've done.
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Katsa sat in the darkness of the Sunderan forest and understood three truths. She loved Po. She wanted Po. And she could never be anyone's but her own.
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If I'd been trying to kill him, he'd be dead.
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We need an ally of Mydogg's or Gentian's pretending to be among the most loyal allies of the king,' Brigan said. 'Shouldn't be so hard, really. If I shot an arrow out the window I'd probably hit on.
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She groped forward, hands and feet, in search of darkness, distance and solitude.
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And she would protect him as fiercely, if it were ever his need- if a fight ever became too much for him or if he needed shelter, or food, or a fire in the rain. Or anything she could provide. She would protect him from anything.
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If he touches you, I'll come in and choke him to death.
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Katsa now sat calmly on the stomach of her vanquished foe. He was handsome, said said. Po moaned. Was he beat-to-a-pulp handsome, or perhaps just push-down-a-flight-of-stairs handsome? I would not push a seventy six year old man down a flight of stairs, said Katsa indignantly.
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You can't help whom you love, Lady. Nor can you know what it's liable to cause you to do.
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I’m suspicious of the notion of a single book that would benefit everyone to read.
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You cannot measure love by a scale of degrees.
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Now we just need to find someone who is close to the king but is really a spy for Mydogg. That should be easy. I could probably shoot an arrow out the window and hit one.
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I'm not good at love. I'm like a barbed creature. I push everyone I love away.
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Normal. She wasn't normal. A girl Graced with killing, a royal thug? A girl who didn't want the husbands Randa pushed on her, perfectly handsome and thoughtful men, a girl who panicked at the thought of a baby at her breast, or clinging to her ankles.
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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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What she really loved was to hang over the edge and watch the bow of the ship slice through the waves. She loved it especially when the waves were high and the ship rose and fell, or when it was snowing and the flakes stung her face.
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That was what they did with themselves, those two Gracelings, along with a small band of friends: They stirred up trouble on a serious scale—bribery, coercion, sabotage, organized rebellion—all directed at stopping the worst behavior of the world’s most seriously corrupt kings.
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Your horse is named Small. Yes. Mine is named Big. -Fire and Brigan
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Brigan threw his head back and smiled at the sky. Well said, Lady. The world may be falling to pieces, but at least the lot of us can have a bath.
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It's as if when I open myself up to every perception, things create their own focus.
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