Rhiannon Thomas Quotes & Sayings

A heavy wooden door waited at the end of the staircase, blocking all sound from beyond. Aurora stared at it. She had not walked through it in years, not since her father decided that even the rest of the castle was unsafe for her. It was longer than years now. Lifetimes. The door had marked the way out, the way to freedom, for her whole quiet little life. What was it now? — Rhiannon Thomas

You have to weed the garden before you can plant flowers, must you not?" I — Rhiannon Thomas

Burn them all, little dragon. — Rhiannon Thomas

Few female characters get to be "the Chosen One" in science fiction and fantasy. Leia is as much the child of Darth Vader as Luke is, but only Luke gets to use the force, be recruited by his dad and ultimately save the day. We don't get impossibly clever female sleuths or the sexy spies with the awesome gadgets. And on the rare occasions that we do get those characters, they're denigrated as unrealistic Mary Sues. — Rhiannon Thomas

There were choices, and then there were choices. People could say "everything is a choice" with as much haughtiness and superiority as they liked, but that didn't mean desperate people wouldn't take a third option if they could. — Rhiannon Thomas

What did he mean? Was he saying he liked me as in "We're friends, of course I wouldn't betray you"? Or as in "You're not an awful person, and I'm happy for you to be queen"? Or . . . or did he mean he liked me, as in he liked me? As in had feelings for me? I — Rhiannon Thomas

She had spent years locked in a tower, unable to see anything of the world but the scarp of forest beyond her window, but stories had provided her escape. New books, old books, dramas and histories and fantastical adventures, stories of ordinary lives, stories of dragons and demons, murders and mysteries and myths from long ago. A hundred possible worlds, more true to her than her own, more compelling than a life of staring at the same walls and same trees, waiting for the day when the lock would click and she would finally be allowed to be free. A story could not hurt her. — Rhiannon Thomas

I am nothing, she thought. Nothing but myself. — Rhiannon Thomas

Magic. For the first time, she heard the word and felt a twist in her stomach, a little thrill. Having that kind of power, that kind of influence... it was a wicked thing. — Rhiannon Thomas