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.

Ellen could have killed me," Jack said quietly, "but she didn't. She saved my life." "How come?" Fitch demanded. "After all this?" Ellen turned scarlet and stared at the ground. "Maybe none of my opponents ever gave me flowers before," she mumbled.

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?

Admit nothing - that was his first rule. Appeal to logic - second rule. Delay the inevitable - third rule.

But maybe it's better to go after something, and not get it, than to not even try.

Like a stand of lodgepole pines in a gale Raisa's followers all went down leaving her standing alone....There's no shelter for me not from any of this. I'll stand alone the rest of my life. THE GRAY WOLF THRONE p. 163

He expects nothing, she thought, because he's never had anything. And nothing was expected of him. He was free in a way she never would be.