Quotes by : Rachel Hartman

So if the Infernum is an empy interior, what's Heaven in their conception?" I asked, nudging him."A second....

The beauty of the place moved me; I loved how the clean air felt in my lungs, how far I was from everything....

Art is a conversation we are all invited to and are all worthy to participate in. Yes, great works can....

Metaphor is awkward, but emotion, by its nature, leaves you no more scalable approach.

I had felt the shot coming; I hadn’t realized the bow was loaded with this very quarrel, perfectly....

Camba had bent her long neck down to Ingar's level and was muttering in his ear. "Do you feel the breeze....

Sir James waved a gnarled hand. "They're nothing but feral file clerks, dragons. They used to alphabetize....

I took a break, stretched, tried again, failed, kicked over the music stand (I am not proud of that),....

How did you merit so much devotion so quickly?' I asked, making no attempt to keep the sarcasm from my....

I was drawn to his aloofness, the way cats gravitate toward people who’d rather avoid them.