A bear! A bear! All black and brown and covered in hair!

In the songs all knights are gallant, all maids are beautiful, and the sun is always shining.

Has my tale turned you speechless? Come, curse me or kiss me or call me a liar. Something.

His dagger was out, poised at her throat. “Sing, little bird. Sing for your little life.

If I took it away, no doubt I'd find a morningstar hidden under your pillow within a fortnight. Try not to stab your sister, whatever the provocation.

I have an instinctual distrust of conventional happy endings.

Anyone can be killed.