“Anything that lives here has to be just as harsh and determined as the sun, born of a fiery stubbornness that is either extremely brave or extremely stupid.”
— Sara Raasch
“You’ve fought for Winter so spectacularly, and I am more proud than I have ever been to call you my son. But don’t forget to fight for yourself as well–there is no shame in that”
— Sara Raasch
“If stubborness were all that was needed to be a good queen, I’d rule the world.”
— Sara Raasch
“Even the strongest blizzards start with a single snowflake.”
— Sara Raasch
“Whoever designed this city built it to complement the setting sun as perfectly as the stars complement the night.”
— Sara Raasch
“Congratulations, everyone,” I announce as I open the door to Noam’s study. “You’ve finally broken Meira, the crazy, orphaned soldier-girl. She’s snapped, all thanks to the mention of floral arrangements.”
— Sara Raasch
“In the face of all that has happened, it feels good, really good, to just breathe for a moment.”
— Sara Raasch
“All those practice fights when it was just us, two children pretending to be soldiers. Or two soldiers pretending to be children.”
— Sara Raasch
“It’s a weapon we have, and we need all the weapons we can get”
— Sara Raasch
“No one should be forced to be something they aren’t.”
— Sara Raasch
“Mather smiles at me through it, some of his tension softening before he drops his head in a small bow. “My queen,” he says in response.”
— Sara Raasch
“No matter what happens, no matter who turns on me, no matter what pompous swine thinks he has power over me, I am still me. I will always be me.”
— Sara Raasch
“I can weave threads of myself into a tapestry already designed by others.”
— Sara Raasch
“I know there are things you aren’t telling me. Big things…Sir, I will find out. I only hope your reasoning is good enough for me to forgive you.”
— Sara Raasch
“A Winterian wielding an Autumnian weapon, using Cordellan allegiance to bring Spring crumbling down.”
— Sara Raasch
“I know he sees it, because for the briefest moment he drops his expressionless mask and the look in his eyes shows me he feels the same way. A mirror of every part of myself I can’t bear to face.”
— Sara Raasch
“That’s why literature is so fascinating. It’s always up for interpretation, and could be a hundred different things to a hundred different people. It’s never the same thing twice.”
— Sara Raasch