The Northern Girl Quotes

“There were ghosts here, she thought. No wonder her own ghosts had not followed her here. She trailed her hand along the ancient wall.”
― Elizabeth A. Lynn, The Northern Girl

“Her hair was cut short; it just brushed the nape of her neck. It looked sleek and soft as feathers. Sorren wondered what it would feel like to touch.”
― Elizabeth A. Lynn, The Northern Girl

“Sorren. That is a famous name; famous in Tornor, at least. Forgotten, perhaps, elsewhere. Like Tornor.”

Sorren said, “I didn’t forget.”
― Elizabeth A. Lynn, The Northern Girl

“Closing her eyes, she saw the map that Kadra had made her, with the line of her journey laid out. At the end was Tornor. She could no more not go there than she could cease to dream, or, to speak, or to love.”
― Elizabeth A. Lynn, The Northern Girl

“For a moment, in her weariness and pain, Arré hated him. He was always beautiful, quicker than she, softer than she, graceful and illusive as moonlight. Then hatred died, and she was only weary.”
― Elizabeth A. Lynn, The Northern Girl

“Sorren whirled. Senta the Truthfinder was standing beside her. She had put her white robe aside, and her clothes were ordinary; a red cotton tunic, dark pants, books. But there was no mistaking her voice, or the fall of hair that gleamed like ebony in the moonlight.”
― Elizabeth A. Lynn, The Northern Girl

“All the old forms and orders are changing, must change, and we must change with them.”
― Elizabeth A. Lynn, The Northern Girl

“Rage flowed through her, swifter than the blood beneath her skin, and she felt herself, darkening with anger.”
― Elizabeth A. Lynn, The Northern Girl

“The past is calling you, surely, and it is a seductive call. Do not be trapped by it.”
― Elizabeth A. Lynn, The Northern Girl

“She remembered the Card, the woman drawing a bow silhouetted against the crescent moon. The Archer had gold hair, like her hair.”
― Elizabeth A. Lynn, The Northern Girl

“It helped her to think of her mother. Shana Med had never been afraid of anything, including the ugly plague that killed her.”
― Elizabeth A. Lynn, The Northern Girl

“He was a mirror; you could never get anything from him but glitter and your own questions.”
― Elizabeth A. Lynn, The Northern Girl

“After a good practice, he laughed a lot.”
― Elizabeth A. Lynn, The Northern Girl

“Suddenly, Sorren felt-sensed-knew a touch, a presence, soft as spider web, strong as sunlight, inescapable as her own heartbeat. Her senses seemed to dim, then flame more brightly. The wind struck her face; she smelled the scents of leather, sandalwood, linen, water. Unable to move, she endured the witch’s entrance into the sanctuary of her skull.”
― Elizabeth A. Lynn, The Northern Girl

“She is afraid,” she said. “I believe she is afraid of me.” She stretched out one hand. “Child, you needn’t fear me. I am vowed to the chea, to harmony.”
― Elizabeth A. Lynn, The Northern Girl

“She was beautiful. Her dark hair fell around her gown like a black wave through a field of daisies. Sorren tried to speak calmly.”
― Elizabeth A. Lynn, The Northern Girl

“She had a remarkable voice, low and musical and as enticing as honey.”
― Elizabeth A. Lynn, The Northern Girl

“The Dreamer,” she read. “A woman sleeping. A window overlooks her couch: through it we see two bright red stars. The Weaver is a woman in a green dress, seated at a loom. The Lady is a golden-haired woman, standing outdoors. She is smiling. What is this?”

Sorren said, “It’s the Cards.”
― Elizabeth A. Lynn, The Northern Girl

“Marti Hok’s chamber was wide and light, with windows all around to let in the sunshine. Marti sat in the center of it, in a great wooden chair. The arms of the chair were carved like the heads of snakes.”
― Elizabeth A. Lynn, The Northern Girl

“She wanted to say something-do something-she didn’t know what. Her feelings were all askew.”
― Elizabeth A. Lynn, The Northern Girl

“She turned from the tavern and went on, knowing as she did it was not thrust that had drawn her toward the tavern door, but the thought that Kadra the ghya might be there.”
― Elizabeth A. Lynn, The Northern Girl

“The folk of the Green Clan kept to themselves, but Sorren had met some of them on the hill. It was they who carried the Council’s edicts or suggestions to the Councils of other cities, to the Asech tribes, and to Anhard.”
― Elizabeth A. Lynn, The Northern Girl

“When I need you, I want you here, not gallivanting around the city.”

Sorren said, “I was at Paxe’s cottage.”

Arré glared at her. But after a moment, her face softened. “Oh. Well. You’re here now. Sit down. I hate it when you boom.”
― Elizabeth A. Lynn, The Northern Girl

“In the dim room, Sorren’s hair crackled around her head like sparks from a bonfire.”
― Elizabeth A. Lynn, The Northern Girl

“The shared bed was warm and safe and pleasant as a cave. Content, she pressed herself against Paxe’s smooth skin.”
― Elizabeth A. Lynn, The Northern Girl

“The room went away; she saw the castle, and the tower. The buildings changed: shrank, or enlarged, as her raging mind brought her farther from or closer to them. The stars made a bridge across the world. Torches flared on the battlements; the air was clean and dry and chilly. She hovered suddenly at the open window of the tower. A man-or boy, for he looked young-sat within the many-sided chamber. He held a pen in one hand. The other was not there-at all, Sorren realized. His right arm was gone, cut off at the shoulder. His embroidered sleeve hung empty.”
― Elizabeth A. Lynn, The Northern Girl

“Even if she was not a princess, she wanted it to be so. She wondered what Paxe would say when told.”
― Elizabeth A. Lynn, The Northern Girl

“In the fields picking grapes, she had dreamed of being something else, not a grapepicker, something wonderful, a princess and she had gone with Arré happily without a backward look, because secretly she believed that Arré would make her a princess. It seemed very silly now. But all children had such dreams.”
― Elizabeth A. Lynn, The Northern Girl

“When I’m ninety, I shall sit wakeful all night, like a featherless old owl in a tree, too weak to catch her own mice-and I shall be very, very wise.”
― Elizabeth A. Lynn, The Northern Girl

“The knees of her pants grew hot with the flames; she barely felt it. Tornor. Where and what was Tornor? A trickle of sweat tickled the skin under her breasts, as the name rang like a note of music in her head.”
― Elizabeth A. Lynn, The Northern Girl