Tamora Pierce
Tamora Pierce
Tamora Pierceis an American writer of fantasy fiction for teenagers, known best for stories featuring young heroines. She made a name for herself with her first book series, The Song of the Lioness, which followed the main character Alanna through the trials and triumphs of training as a knight. Many of her books have feminist themes...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth13 December 1953
CountryUnited States of America
looks briars dies
Evvy: "Is she going to eat Jooba-hooba? She looks like she's going to bite him, at least." Briar: "No — if she bit him, he'd die.
fighting sickness sometimes
Sometimes there's nothing you can do. [...] Sometimes they don't have enough to fight with.
life someday scholar
Someday I must read this scholar Everyone. He seems to have written so much--all of it wrong.
advice should distrust
I distrust any advice that contains the words 'ought' or 'should'.
cat eye dark
Curiosity killed the cat,” Fesgao remarked, his dark eyes unreadable. Aly rolled her eyes. Why did everyone say that to her? “People always forget the rest of the saying,” she complained. “‘And satisfaction brought it back.
reading dark fire
Without reading, we are all without light in the dark, without fire in the cold.
baby animal promise
Never break a promise to an animal. They're like babies—they won't understand.
library
Libraries are places where the damaged go to find friends
believe mind world
I believe that we haven't begun to understand the many forces that bind the physical world, any more than we understand our own minds and what they're capable of.
ocean sea voice
Waves are the voices of tides. Tides are life," murmured Niko. "They bring new food for shore creatures, and take ships out to sea. They are the ocean's pulse, and our own heartbeat.
way realizing
Didn't they realize that the only way to change things was to act?
heal harder
It's harder to heal than it is to kill.
men vocabulary lasts
Threats are the last resort of a man with no vocabulary.
rushing meditation magic
Without patience, magic would be undiscovered - in rushing everything, we would never hear its whisper inside.