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Kristin Cashore

"It was a hurting tune, resigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the brilliant sky, Fire's fiddle cried out for the dead, and for the living who stay behind to say goodbye."

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"It was a hurting tune, resigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the brilliant sky, Fire's fiddle cried out for the dead, and for the living who stay behind to say goodbye."

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Donna Grant

"I sat up and wiped my eyes, cursing the damned faeries and their eternal war. It seemed there was never enough time. Time to dance, or talk, or laugh, or even mourn the passing of a friend. Slipping off my corsage, I laid it on Ironhorse's cold metal shoulder, wanting him to have something natural and beautiful in this lifeless place.Goodbye, Ironhorse."

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Donna Grant

"Why do they lie? she asked herself aloud. "They say time makes losing someone you loved easier to deal with, but it only makes it worse."

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Donna Grant

"We need a shroud. A shroud for the son of Hermes."

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Donna Grant

"To re-live these characters would be wonderful, because I know when the show ends it will be huge mourning process."

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Donna Grant

"The death of a beloved is an amputation."

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Donna Grant

"It was a hurting tune, resigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the brilliant sky, Fire's fiddle cried out for the dead, and for the living who stay behind to say goodbye."

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Donna Grant

"He did touch people's lives, the lives of strangers, in an entirely unanticipated way. It was they who really mourned him - or what they thought was him - with a grief that was no less sharp for not being intimate with its object."

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Donna Grant

"I turned and faced the Olympians."We need a shroud," I announced, my voice cracking. "A shroud for the son of Hermes."

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Donna Grant

"Mourning is not forgetting... It is an undoing. Every minute tie has to be untied and something permanent and valuable recovered and assimilated from the dust."

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Donna Grant

"And yet... you wouldn't want it to stop hurting... you wouldn't want to forget your little mother even if you could."

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Kristin Cashore
"Fire looked into his quiet eyes, touched his dear familiar face and considered the question."

Emotion

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Kristin Cashore
"Not all people who inspire devotion are monsters."

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Kristin Cashore
"Things don't ever stay the same. Natural beginnings come to natural or unnatural ends."

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Kristin Cashore
"You won't even take your bow? Are you planning to throttle a moose with your bare hands, then?""I've a knife in my boot," she said, and then wondered, for a moment, if she could throttle a moose with her bare hands."

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Kristin Cashore
"Perhaps I can stay by the fire and mend your socks and scream if I hear any strange noises."

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Kristin Cashore
"Do you understand? I don't want you to do a thing if you don't understand it."

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Kristin Cashore
"They seemed no closer to the tops of the peaks that rose before them. It was only by looking back, to the forest far below, that she knew they'd climbed."

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Kristin Cashore
"Bitterblue had never seen a man naked, and she was curious. She decided the universe owed her a few minutes, just a few, to satisfy her curiosity. So she went to him and knelt, which shut him up."

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Kristin Cashore
"They sat on the outcropping of stone and at bread and fruit. Kasta watched the long grass moving around them. The wind pushed it, attacked it, struck it in one place than another. It rose and fell again. It flowed, like water."Is this what the sea is like?" Kasta asked, and they both turned to her, surprised. "Does the sea move the way this grass moves?""It's like the sea, she said.Giddon's eyes on her were incredulous."What? Is it such a strange thing to say?"It's a strange thing for you to say. He shook his head. He gathered their bread and fruit, then rose. "The Lienid fighter is filling your mind with romantic notions."

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Kristin Cashore
"There will be no yelling at people who are bleeding themselves to unconsciousness."

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