Dear Brigan, she thought to herself. People want incongruous, impossible things. Horses do, too.

Some people had too much power and too much cruelty to live. Some people were too horrible, no matter if you loved them; no matter that you had to make yourself terrible too, in order to stop them. Some things just had to be done. I forgive myself, thought Fire. Today, I forgive myself.

A book that bores me to tears is a book that neglects character building and quality of prose.

Would you please do me the honor of telling me WHAT THE BLAZES IS GOING ON?

He considered her seriously. "Well. And that's easy," he said. "My Grace will protect me from him, And I'll protect you. You'll be safe with me, Katsa.

Katsa didn't think a person should thank her for not causing pain. Causing joy was worthy of thanks, and causing pain worthy of disgust. Causing neither was neither, it was nothing, and nothing didn't warrant thanks.

Great! He has indigestion, so let's torture him with cake.