Raisa felt relieved, yet oddly disappointed. She was the blooded princess heir, — Cinda Williams Chima
It was one of the warm nights at the end of summer that makes promises that won’t be kept. — Cinda Williams Chima
Commander! Sir! Wake up!” Jack surfaced from sleep, wondering who the commander — Cinda Williams Chima
A fiction writer is never entirely alone. Her characters are constantly whispering — Cinda Williams Chima