A/N: So this is hard to categorize because it draws on multiple of TP's worlds, but there you go. This was written for the One Sentence challenge over at Glake. Here is a list of them all together! Can you guess the character if it's not given?
Each sentence is totally stand-alone. Leave a review with your character guesses and I'll reply with who I wrote them as.
Disclaimer: Everything you recognize belongs to Tamora Pierce, not me.
Only after he met her, and fell in love, and knew he could never have her, did he finally learn that there is something worse than being alone.
She closes her eyes in the Tortallan sun, and it's like a dream - shapes and colors half-drowned in white - but she still hears the nightmare of her past in high and piercing howls.
Well, I'll never get married, Daine thought scathingly, her combing growing more and more ferocious until the teeth of the comb snapped off and were lost in her mass of brown curls.
"We're all fools in love, my dear… actually, no - we're just fools all the time."
It was so, so comforting to stand by him and know that he knew and still loved her just the same.
Two-leggers are not worth trusting.
"Who is this for?" Alanna said triumphantly, thoroughly enjoying turning Jon's handsome face into a veritable tomato as she read his latest poetry out loud in her most manly of manly voices.
Numair had always considered himself immune to all kinds of enchantment – but that was before he met Daine, before she would crawl into his bed, press her hot, bare skin against his, and weave a spell around him such as he had never imagined.
Jon realized that night that her violet gaze wasn't the only part of Alanna that still burned for him.