Looking for an entirely reliable informant is like looking for a chaste mistress.

The Law may be hard but it's the law.

Mundies die awfully easily, don't they?" "Isabelle, you know it's bad luck to talk about death in a sickroom.

If there was an arrow speeding toward Will, I would be bound by oath to step in front of it.' 'Handy, that,' said Will.

I love you, Tessa, and I have loved you, almost since the moment I met you.

The first one is always the hardest," he said. "The first?" "The first one you love who dies," he said. "It gets easier, after.

Every teenager in the world feels like that, feels broken or out of place, different somehow, royalty mistakenly born into a family of peasants. The difference in your case is that it's true.