There are four things that make a man fight as you just did," the duke explained to Rumbold. "Love, despair, anger, or insanity." Erik counted them off on his fingers. "Everything to lose, nothing to lose, someone's taken it, or you've lost it.

Your fey cousin here has the miraculous ability to hold his liquor--and mine, and yours, and the king's, and half the country's, I expect.

I think I liked you better when you were a raging idiot.

If you did not indulge in fantasies, how else would you know if you were living an interesting life?

Do you still look at each other like you once did, back at the beginning of the story when everything was a question you were too afraid to find the answer to?

Everything to lose, nothing to lose, someone's taken it, or you've lost it.

May we all be doomed to a happy life.