Helda's been trying to impress me with the embroidery on the sheets. One more minute and I thought I might use them to hang myself." "My mother did the embroidery," Bittterblue said. Katsa clapped her mouth shut and glared at Helda. "Thank you, Helda, for mentioning that detail.

You're afraid of your own anger.

She wanted to cause him pain for taking a place in her heart she wouldn't have given him if she'd known the truth.

And the kings were no better to their own people than they were to each others.

She cried like a person whose heart is broken and wondered how, when two people loved each other, there could be such a broken heart.

This may be a thing you neither want nor need," she said. "But I'd rather you have it, wishing didn't, than not have it and wish you did.

And," he continued, his strange smile gleaming, "as I see it, our hearts are not so different in size. I murdered my father. You murdered yours. Is that something you did with a large heart?