And any man who must say 'I am king' is no true king at all.

I am doing the right thing, he told himself, so why do I feel so bad?

Reading. That was the sport I was good at.

And for the first time in hundreds of years, the night came alive with the music of dragons.

He understood the way that you could sometimes fall right into them, as if each page was a hole into another world.

Pyp had stabbed a turnip with his knife. "The night is dark and full of turnips," he announced in a solemn voice. "Let us all pray for venison, my children, with some onions and a bit of tasty gravy.

Anger was better than tears, better than grief, better than guilt.