"I can't help it. I can resist everything but temptation."
My soul is made out of music. I feel like high fives make the world a better place. And I love writing letters.
"Is this your witch-thing, peasants?" demanded a big, handsome young man as the hunting party came within shouting distance. "It ruined our sport! Drove off every grouse and wood pigeon for miles!"
Daja asked her friends, “Did he say ‘peasants’?”
Briar looked over his shoulder at her. “He definitely said ‘peasants.’”
"Someone needs spectacles." Tris pushed her own spectacles higher on her nose.
The Will of the Empress by Tamora Pierce, chapter 3 (via tamorapiercequotes)