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1 " The thing stank of unnamed yearnings, unfulfilled wishes, and a hunger so deep it make her feel hollow inside. "
― J.D. Lakey , Black Bead (Black Bead Chronicles #1)
2 " Magic was merely the unknown, a wild thing undefined by logic or reason. By that thinking, surely she was not Bad Luck, but Good, undefined. "
3 " Magic was merely the unknown, a wild thing undefined by logic or reason. "
4 " By that thinking, surely she was not bad Luck, but Good, undefined. "
5 " Is there a name for a force in nature that takes you to the place you least want to be no matter how hard you wish otherwise? More than coincidence and less than fate? Yes, it's called Cheobawn "
― J.D. Lakey , Bhotta’s Tears (Black Bead Chronicles #2)
6 " How can you forgive so easily?” Megan asked softly. “If Hayrald did not love me, it would be harder. But he does, and that makes up for most things.” Megan "
7 " What did you learn, Little Father?” Cheobawn asked, catching her breath. The boy scowled at her. “It was not a fair fight. Your magic was stronger than mine.” Cheobawn snorted and jabbed him in the chest with the end of one of her sticks. The boy flinched. “Try again. You lost before you even raised your sticks. Do you know why?” she asked. The boy stared at her sullenly. “Because you forgot that without this black bead in my omeh, I am a Little Mother just like any other Little Mother, flesh and bone, just as you are. Fight the man, not the illusion. "
― J.D. Lakey , Storm Child (Black Bead Chronicles #4)
8 " You are the Black Bead.” “I am a warrior with weapons. Defend yourself. "
9 " That is why Packs are forever. Because we remember too much of that pain, so we build a family that is bonded with ties stronger than blood kinship, bonds that should never be broken. "
10 " The pain and exhaustion of her body dropped away from her mind as she gathered the energy of the world and let it fuel her body. She forgot Seawind’s enmity, the Hunter in the forest, the Coven’s need to lock her away, and the possibility of her own death. It was just her, her two short sticks, the boy in front of her, and the dance between them. Serenity filled her, the motions of the sparring match an art form of perfect symmetry. "
11 " With every step she became more and more convinced that she was doing something right, for once. The black bead in her omeh seemed less a burden and more a statement of fact. She was different. There was no getting around that. But she was tired of people telling her she needed to feel ashamed of who she was. Perhaps Good Luck and Bad Luck were just the same thing, like spirals of ambient, traveling in opposite directions, balancing each other out. "
12 " What is fear?" she breathed. 'Fear is nothing. Fear is illusion. Pass through its fire. Truth lies at its core. What it Truth?" She stood up, feeling calmer and glared up at the sinking sun. "I am Truth," she whispered fiercely. "
13 " She let go of her annoyance so that she could better hear what Tam needed her to say. "
14 " Ah, my mistake,” she said. “They are all there but they are hiding. The Void of the Hunter hangs over them. The animals of the Waste will not dare the ambient until it has passed.” The Void was a hunting skill perfected by the apex predators of the Highreaches. It was a psychic trick, an emptiness meant to entrap the unwary or ensnare the weak-minded. "
― J.D. Lakey , Spider Wars (Black Bead Chronicles #3)
15 " Youth offends by its very nature and Elders offend because they forget what it is like to be young. "
16 " Amabel, who played with human flesh as children played with building blocks, arrogant in her unassailable wisdom, unable to admit that something strange and outside of Amabel’s carefully constructed plans had walked into the world when Cheobawn was born. On "
17 " Do not be in such a rush to grow up.” Cheobawn opened her mouth but found nothing to say to this. It seemed a nonsensical thought, that she could influence her own growth. Her thoughts and her psi were not her own to keep small, just as she could not keep her brain and her body from growing, as much as she wished otherwise. Was she a plant, to be stunted by binding her roots or denying her light? "
18 " You seem to be getting better, if the dogs are any indication,” Zeff said wryly. “What do they know,” she sniffed. “I am still going crazy.” “Perhaps,” laughed Zeff, as he pulled a bowl off a shelf and went in search of flour, eggs and milk, “but dogs cannot live in the past or the future so they do not understand insanity. "
19 " Cheobawn froze. The Dark of the Moons. Spider’s children knew of this time as well. It was the one night, in spring, as the snows melted from the high places, when the double moons stayed hidden from sight. It was the night that only occurred every thirty years, when Spider’s children awoke in their shells buried in the warm sand of a thousand nameless beaches on the shores of a thousand nameless seas on a thousand nameless planets. It was the night they remembered that they needed to go home, home to the shallow, salty ocean named Orson’s Sea by a race of humans who had thought themselves immune to the rules of the patterning of the place upon which they stood. "
20 " Listen to the world, sister. Listen to the stars overhead. Let it go. It is nothing. A tiny thing that cannot compare to all that exists around us.” Megan "
