You couldn’t keep your mouth shut? I’m calling you Glitterhair from now on. Or Talksalot.

Just a rat, she repeated to herself. After all, there were rats in the palace. Human and otherwise. Could be worse.

The human mind had a remarkable ability both to discount what it sees and make reality conform to expectation.

They were like two pieces of a failed star, drawn together by a shared history and a memory of illicit kisses.

Just because you're the enemy of my enemy don't mean you're my friend, Han thought.

You touch me again, you arrogant Ardenine swine, and I swear on the blood of Hanalea the warrior, I will geld you. Do you understand?

Both Averill and Bayar were like actors speaking lines for their audience and not to each other.