Sometimes he could almost forget that it was there, the way you forget about the sky or the earth underfoot, but there were other times when it seemed as if there was nothing else in the world.

No one who wears a crown is ever safe.

I thought my song was beginning that day, but it was almost done.

Once you’ve accepted your flaws, no one can use them against you.

There is an empty place within me where my heart once was.

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

I have climbed these steps so often I know each one by name.