Men will always underestimate you, he said, and their pride will make them want to vanquish you quickly, lest it be said that a woman tried them sorely. Let them spend their strength in furious attacks, whilst you conserve your own. Wait and watch, girl, wait and watch.

I love you too, sweet sister. But you're a fool. A beautiful golden fool.

Words are like arrows, Arianne. Once loosed, you cannot call them back. - Areo Hotah

One of the hardest parts of writing is writing from the gut or the heart or something like that rather than intellectually.

The morning had dawned clear and cold, with a crispness that hinted at the end of summer.

She never forgets a slight, real or imagined. She takes caution for cowardice and dissent for defiance. And she is greedy. Greedy for power, for honour, for love.

I suppose I'm a lapsed Catholic. You would consider me an atheist or agnostic.