“Hey, guard!” Ian hollered out loud. “Do you think we could get a bathroom break?” The guard seemed to snicker as he pointed to the grass outside the cell. Eena smirked at how dead-on her thoughts had been after all. “Come on,” Ian complained. “She can’t do that, she’s a girl.” The soldier smiled wryly, a shrug communicating his indifference. Eena laughed in her mind. (I don’t know what you think’s so funny. You’re the one who’s gotta pee.) Oddly enough, that fact just made her laugh even more.”
“There are things known—things experienced, felt, and understood—that words hold no power to convey. Attempting to do so only dilutes their substance and does them injustice.”
“Why don’t you just spit it out?” she said sharply. “Just say what I know you’re dying to say—‘Eena, I told you so!’” “All I’m trying to say is that if you hadn’t used those powers in the first place, Gemdorin would never have known about them, the dragon’s heart would never have been uncovered, and consequently you would never have had to abuse those powers to defeat him. Then we wouldn’t be in this predicament right now.” She summed it up for him concisely. “In other words, ‘I told you so! ”
“Socially interacting with a storyteller can be a frustrating challenge because a portion of her awareness is constantly sorting through the details of a developing book. And while you may successfully engage in a meaningful conversation with her, an additional part of her mind is frantically sifting through descriptive lines to be used if ever she were to write this exchange down. The trouble with writers is that they are ALWAYS writing!”
“Just resign yourself to the fact that you re going to be miserable so you can finally be happy. (It s a sound theory if you think about it hard enough.)”
“Real? Real depends upon your perspective, Annabelle. People never see life exactly the same way. The world is what you think it is.”
“He panted over me, winded by his own absurd lecture. The stench of his alcoholic breath stung my nose. Again I didn’t answer. I hoped he’d tire out and end his speech and hobble back to the living room without touching me. Such hopes were unlikely, as was the case this time. “Answer me, you good-for-nuthin’ wench!” The pain bit instantly as his hand connected with my cheek. I shook my head in answer to his crazy questions, feeling a rise of warm tears.”
“The interruption did nothing but earn her a similar slap, as I’m sure she knew it would. Sometimes I wondered if my mother spoke up at the wrong time on purpose. As often as we endured my father’s abuse, she had to be aware that it wouldn’t save me from a beating but simply earn her one as well. Or was it that sharing my fate made her feel less guilt-ridden about those things that happened to me?”
“Why is it that at the very moment I need to appear graceful I stumble and fall like a klutz, as though this scene had never played through my mind differently a million times?”
“Your body and spirit, subconscious and conscious—every portion of you recognizes home. That is why on the moment of arrival, your entire being relaxes into a contented puddle of joy.”
“Evil might not prevail in the end, but it certainly doesn t fail to devastate in its time.”
“Life is a love story, with every character yearning for permanent refuge in someone s heart.”
“You were born and with you endless possibilities, very few ever to be realized. It s okay. Life was never about what you could do, but what you would do. ”
“I have always felt that fear possesses such great power, enough to paralyze and quake an individual. Pondering this, I realized that the source of fear s power comes from within me. So, I ask myself, does that not make me the powerful one?”