Heidel Quotes

“Heidel prodded through a forest of sharp elbows and shoulders, hugging her cake desperately. If her sisters were near, she didn’t see any of them.”
― Anita Valle, Heidel

“The man turned around, looked at her. And there was his face, his wonderful, beautiful Joc-face. He recognized her – she saw it in his eyes. She didn’t stop running until she crashed against him, throwing him back a step. Her face mashed into his chest and she felt his arms enfold her. Her heart throbbed with pain so fierce, her teeth were bared and clenched. “Joc!” She growled the word savagely. Her hands, clutching the back of his tunic, trembled. “Joc, you rotten old MUDSUCKER!” She pushed him off and began beating her fists against him, cursing, calling him every nasty name she could think of. Joc didn’t protest. His blue eyes watched her, painfully sad. “I know, Love,” he said. “I know.” “I hate you!” Heidel sobbed, hugging him harder. He looked exactly the same. The round face, the heavy cheeks, the untidy eyebrows, the thinning hair, sandy brown, the smile creases around his eyes. Joc. Her Joc. “You go ahead. You hate me all you want.” Joc held her so tightly Heidel couldn’t breathe and didn’t want to. His voice, the feel of him, the smell, made her feel as if he’d never gone, yet brought the pain of his absence roaring to the surface. She squished her eyes tight while his course thumb stroked her cheek. “Joc.” She couldn’t stop saying his name. “Joc... why did you leave us?” His chest rose and fell beneath her, a heavy sigh. “We need to get off the trail.”
― Anita Valle, Heidel

“Joc was gone. That was that.”
― Anita Valle, Heidel

“Why was under the bed the cavern of no return? Didn’t Lace miss her earrings, her left shoe, her prayer books, her sheets of music, her four nightdresses, her pearl tiara, her bathing brush?”
― Anita Valle, Heidel

“Arialain.” King Erlamon smiled. “Beautiful! Four syllables. But I’m afraid you’re too young.” Arialain”
― Anita Valle, Heidel

“Well, read! Read on!” Jaedis flicked her hand impatiently. Maelyn shook her head. “The hour is over.” “NO!” the princesses cried together. Maelyn chuckled and shut the book. “At least I’ll have no trouble gathering you tomorrow.” “That’s”
― Anita Valle, Heidel

“Here. Look.” Heidel dropped her voice to a secretive hush. “I’ll show you where I’ve hidden it.” Eravis stepped beside her. He leaned forward to peer at the cake, lips crooked in a cynical smile. Without the slightest hesitation, Heidel seized the back of his neck and shoved him, face down, into the cake.”
― Anita Valle, Heidel