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
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.
running love-you fighting
Oh,' she said, too bone-weary to pretend: 'I would far rather that I love you as I saw yesterday I do than that I had gone on worshiping you as I did not long since.' And she turned away hastily, and did not see that Little John would reach out to her; and half-running, went to Tuck's cottage, where she could pull on her half-dry clothes, and become a proper outlaw again. At least, she thought, fighting back tears, like this I am Cecil, with a place among friends, and a task to do. I am someone. I wonder if perhaps if I am no longer Cecil, I am no one at all.
zebras chocolate hot
My capacity for invention is flash hot stark, I thought. Sucker sunshade. Disembodied radar-reconnaissance. Not to mention Bitter Chocolate Death and Killer Zebras. Pity about the rest of me.
cities together wish
If you wish, I shall go personally to your City and knock together the heads of Perlith and Galooney.
kings noses certain
We kings do develop a certain ability to recognize objects under our noses.
tree wish forethought
I almost wish I'd had the forethought to eat a tree myself.
kings men thinking
And none at all has ridden at the king's side since Aerinha, goddess of honor and flame, first taught men to forge their blades. You'd think Aerinha would have had better sense.
dog given straightforward
It is a much more straightforward thing to be a dog, and a dog's love, once given, is not reconsidered.