Robin McKinley
Robin McKinley
Jennifer Carolyn Robin McKinley, known as Robin McKinley, is an American author of fantasy and children's books. Her 1984 novel The Hero and the Crown won the Newbery Medal as the year's best new American children's book...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionChildren's Author
Date of Birth16 November 1952
CountryUnited States of America
running speak-english maps
the bus timetable sites are all run by an inbred cabal of malicious gnomes. Who don’t speak English. And who don’t count very well either. Or tell time. And they certainly can’t read maps.
looks failing humans
Perhaps it is a human thing, to look upon such beauty and fail to encompass it.
self declaration
With the knowledge of her aloneness came a rush of self-declaration: I will not be nothing.
talking people listening
It was too important a matter, this talking to people, and listening to them, to do it lightly or often.
loss thinking sorrow
I found that the only way I could control this sorrow was not to think of [it] at all, which was almost as painful as the loss itself.
insane looks uncooperative
He didn't look insane or inhuman. He did look uncooperative.
kings men looks
He looked at her rather as a man looks at a problem that he would very much prefer to do without. She supposed it was a distinction of a sort to be a harassment to a king.
missing-him too-much lasts
...there remained a strange formality between them, and her pleasure in his presence felt too much like missing him had felt during the last week.
congratulations say-anything want
Stay a little while longer, and let everyone congratulate you - including the ones who clearly don't want to: in fact, especially the ones who clearly don't want to. You don't have to say anything but 'thank you
adventure night ordinary
Everything was an adventure, at night, when you were where you shouldn't be, even if it was somwhere you could go perfectly well in daylight, and it was then only ordinary.
attitude littles
Your attitude is perhaps a little unnecessarily rigorous," suggested Jack.
stars love-you usual
I love you. I will love you till the stars crumble, which is a less idle threat than is usual to lovers on parting.
fate names clear
But it was equally clear to her that this was her fate, that she had called its name and it had come to her, and she could do nothing now but own it.
cat wrestling self
Cats were often familiars to workers of magic because to anyone used to wrestling with self-willed, wayward, devious magic--which was what all magic was--it was rather soothing to have all the same qualities wrapped up in a small, furry, generally attractive bundle that...might, if it were in a good mood, sit on your knee and purr. Magic never sat on anybody's knee and purred.