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
color answers my-own
Yes, I am letting my own experience color my answer, which is what experience is for....
hurt wish needs
Why do you tell me... so much?" Luthe considered her. "I tell you... some you need to know, and some you have earned the right to know, and some it won't hurt you to know--" He stopped.... "Some things I tell you only because I wish to tell them to you.
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.
attitude littles
Your attitude is perhaps a little unnecessarily rigorous," suggested Jack.
stupid heart fighting
What was new was the fact that, despite my heart doing its fight-or-flight, help-we're-prey-and-HEY-STUPID-THAT'S-A-VAMPIRE number, I was glad to see him. Ridiculous but true. Scary but true.
names needs where-you-live
Tell me who you are. You need not tell me your name. Names have power, even human ones. Tell me where you live and what you do with your living.
water trying breathe
If you try to breathe water, you will not turn into a fish, you will drown; but water is still good to drink.
legs pudding looks
It's hard to look too grand when you're led by someone who looks like a pudding with legs.
feet elbows weight
Sungold blew impatiently and began to dig a hole with one foot. She booted his elbow with her toe and he stopped, but after a moment he lowered his head and blew again, harder, and she could feel him shifting his weight, considering if she might let him dig just a small hole.
thinking red necks
Tsornin's nostrils showed red, but his ears were as alert as ever, and occasionally he would rub his nose gently against the nape of her neck, just in case she was momentarily not thinking about him.
promise wish gone
What was she to say? "The prodigal has returned? The mutineer wishes to be reinstated? The subordinate, having gone to a great deal of trouble to prove her commander wrong, has come back and promises to be a good little subordinate hereafter, or at least until next time?
trust-me reason excellent
As I have said, you have no reason to trust me, and an excellent reason not to.
ideas evil poison
the touch of evil poisons by the idea of it. Reject the idea, and you've rejected the evil
perfect trying honest
I said with perfect honest, "I have no intention of trying to take these suckers out by myself, no.