I'd like to restrain from cruelity and not be thanked." ~ Katsa

Please, Katsa," he finally said. "At least talk to me". She swung around to face him. "What it there to talk about? You know how I feel, and what I think about it." "And what I feel? Doesn't it matter?

Great seas," he said. "What do you want?" He held the candle up to her face. "Po, what do you want?" "She did a far better job than I would've done.

...when truths disappear, they leave behind blank spaces, and that is also dangerous.

When you're a monster, you are thanked and praised for not being a monster.

She groped forward, hands and feet, in search of darkness, distance and solitude.

If she was suggesting she was too wise with the weight of her experience to fall prey to infatuation - well, the disproof was sitting before her in the form of a gray-eyed prince with a thoughtful set to his mouth that she found quite distracting.