Ship of Destiny (Liveship Traders, #3)

by Robin Hobb

have a face I wear to show the world, but there is more to me than that. There are other faces concealed in me. I sense a past behind my past. If I do not guard against it, I fear it will leap out and change all I am.

“Life is not a race to restore a past situation. Nor does one have to hurry to meet the future. Seeing how things change is what makes life interesting.”

“Shall we have tea?” “It’s nearly gone,” Rache cautioned her. Ronica shrugged. “When it’s gone, it’s gone. No use letting it go stale for fear of going without.”

When one falls in dreams, one always awakens before the impact. Not this time. Wintrow’s awakening was the impact.

But time burned through her hands like a wild line.

Hope was too steep a mountain to climb.

He broke the kiss suddenly, lifting his head like a stag at bay. “What’s that?”

Bravo Robin

Who loves you or who you love is not as significant as who you are.

Like a key turning in a rusty lock. That was the sensation inside him.