Will you give the girl to me?" she said. "Will you let me try?" He nodded, dizzy with relief. "Please, Willo. Please. Save her. It doesn't matter...what happens to me.

It was a peculiar marriage of interests- Lord Averill and Captain Byrne and Lord Bayar and Han Alister agreeing on anything was as rare as gold in Ragmarket.

You do not respond to an attempt on your life with a slap on the hand. Or a joke.

I live in the present because the future is always chancy. When it comes to being with you, I'm willing to take the risk.

Han spotted a child‟s homespun dolly in the ditch, pressed into the mud. He reined in, meaning to climb down and fetch it so he could clean it up for his little sister. Then he remembered that Mari was dead and had no need of dollies anymore. Grief was like that. It gradually faded into a dull ache, until some simple sight or sound or scent hit him like a hammer blow.

Weird is good, strange is bad.

I have to think it's possible to suffer a great wrong and walk away from it. To build a life of small, exquisitely important moments.