Bridget Whately

“I can only use my imagination.” Bard shook with laughter. “My, but it makes an amusing picture—and tale.”
“Don’t you dare!” She wouldn’t put it past Bard to make some outrageous ditty of it. His talent for fashioning absurd lyrics was going to drive the more conventional masters at Selium out of their minds.
“There once was a girl from Corsa,” he began, “who rode a big red horsa—”
“Ugh!” Karigan scooped up handfuls of pine needles from the ground and tossed them at him.”
― Kristen Britain, First Rider's Call

“Who knows what the citizens of Darden may be saying ten years from now about the girl who rode to town in her nightgown.”
“They’d say nothing if you’d drop it,” Karigan said. Then the terrible thought occurred to her that this accursed incident might be the one thing in her entire life that anyone remembered her for. Her life’s legacy.”
― Kristen Britain, First Rider's Call

“He lowers his lips to mine, placing them over my mouth gently, our kiss bearing the weight of a thousand we may never have.”
― Robin LaFevers, Mortal Heart

“Now that I have been awakened to how thoroughly trained I am to accept lies as truth, I feel I must reexamine everything I have been told.”
― Robin LaFevers