We may all end up dead, but we're sticking it to them in the meantime.

But I don't want your throne." "Then what do you want?" "You.

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.

That's what happens when you love someone... you notice and notice and notice.

Han made no effort to put up a brave front. Most of the time he just screamed himself hoarse, though a couple of times he amused himself by screaming Fionas's name as if he were in the throes of passion. FEEE-OHHH-NAAA! Lord Bayar made him pay for that, but afterward, Fiona didn't come down anymore, which Han appreciated.

Crow walked toward her, arms outstretched like a man in a dream, which he was, in a way. Sometimes a dream is enough.

More and more, there were no revelations, but simply the uncovering of truths long known but dimly remembered. Everything had been written long ago. There was nothing truly new in the world, but only the slow, circular march of time that revealed the old things once again.