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  • Guenivere shared from The Wise Man's Fear (The Kingkiller Chronicle, Book 2) by Patrick Rothfuss
    Our people and theirs are as different as water and alcohol. In equal glasses they look the same. Both liquid. Both clear. Both wet, after a fashion. But one will burn, the other will not. This has nothing to do with temperament or timing. These two things behave differently because they are profoundly, fundamentally not the same. The same is true with humans and the Fae.
  • Guenivere shared from The Wise Man's Fear (The Kingkiller Chronicle, Book 2) by Patrick Rothfuss
    It was only then I realized I didn’t know the name of Elodin’s class. I leafed through the ledger until I spotted Elodin’s name, then ran my finger back to where the title of the class was listed in fresh dark ink: “Introduction to Not Being a Stupid Jackass.”
  • Guenivere shared from Outlander: A Novel (Outlander, Book 1) by Diana Gabaldon
    I think it’s as though everyone has a small place inside themselves, maybe, a private bit that they keep to themselves. It’s like a little fortress, where the most private part of you lives—maybe it’s your soul, maybe just that bit that makes you yourself and not anyone else.”
  • Guenivere shared from Defiance (Courier's Daughter Book 1) by C. J. Redwine
    I don’t want to admit my attraction to her is strong enough to rise above my grief and my sense of responsibility, but they’re breasts. And they’re nearly spilling out of the top of her dress. I look around for a scarf or some other piece of cloth to cover her up, but all I have is a scrap of a kitchen towel, and I already know she’d never agree to it. Which settles it. I’ll have to stand in front of her the entire time.
  • Guenivere shared from The Caller (Shadowfell Book 3) by Juliet Marillier
    “This realm o’ oors, ’tis full o’ the strange and wondrous, ye ken? Full o’ mystery and power. Heed what the Lord here tellit ye. Dinna forget the auld banes o’ Alban, the tales and songs, the rites and the prayers. Those things, they hold a body up when times are hard. They give a body strength when sorrow comes. They lift a body oot o’ the mire o’ despond. Lose them, and ye rip oot Alban’s very hairt. Heed them, and Alban’s hairt beats inside ye, keepin’ ye strong and true.”