The world's best swordsman doesn't fear the second best; he fears the worst swordsman, because he can't predict what the idiot will do.

Henke sensed her terrifying aptitude for destruction as never before. Henke had feared for her sanity; now she knew the truth was almost worse than that. Honor wasn't insane - she simply didn't care. She'd lost not only her sense of balance but any desire to regain it.

Oh, bother!,” said Pooh, as Piglet came back from the dead.

It was rumored she held grudges till they died of old age, then had them stuffed and mounted.

Vegtables, what food eats before it becomes food.

Spies could be invaluable in peacetime, once the fighting actually started, their value dropped steeply. When the swords were out, it was the information your own scouts provided that mattered, not reports from unknown people whose veracity you couldn't prove.

Your Grace," she said, "I have only one question. Do you wish this man crippled, or dead?